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CARTOONS 



BY 



LOUIS RAEMAEKERS 

WITH ACCOMPANYING NOTES BY 
WELL-KNOWN ENGLISH WRITERS 



A Companion Volume to "Raemaekers' Cartoons" 

Published 1916, and now issued by 

The Century Co. 




NEW YORK 
THE CENTURY CO. 

1917 






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Copyright, 1917, by 
THE CENTURY CO. 

Published October igiy 



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OEC -8 1917 



Publishers' Announcement 

Purchasers of "Kultur in Cartoons" may be interested to know that 
this present work is a companion volume to "Raemackcrs' Cartoons," 
issued in 1916. "Raemaekers' Cartoons" inckidcs many of the artist's 
earlier work, dealing particularly with the Belgian inferno. The two 
volumes are alike in size and form, and together constitute a thoroughly 
representative collection of Raemaekers' drawings. 

The Century Co. 



Foreword 

BY 

J. Murray Allison 

A year has passed since the first volume of Raemaekers' work 
("Raemackcrs' Cartoons," Ccntur}^ Co.), was pubhshcd in the 
United States. 

At that time Raemaekers was practically unknown in this coun- 
try, just as he was unknown in EngLand and France until January, 
1916, when his work was first exhibited in the British Capital. 

The story of Raemaekers' reception in London and Paris has 
been written in the introduction to "Raemaekers' Cartoons." 

When his cartoons began to reach America toward the end of 
1916 this country was neutrak It is with pecuHar satisfaction, 
therefore, that I base this brief foreword upon press extracts pub- 
lished prior to America's participation in the war. 

If it were possible to discover to-day an individual who was 
entirely ignorant as to the causes and conduct of the war, he would, 
after an inspection of a hundred or more of these cartoons, probably 
utter his conviction somewhat as follows: "I do not believe that 
these drawings have the slightest relation to the truth; I do not bcHeve 
that it is possible for such things to happen in the twentieth century. " 
He would be quite justified, in his ignorance of what has happened 
in Europe, in expressing such an opinion, just as any of us, with the 
possible exception of the disciples of Bernhardi himself, would have 
been justified in expressing a similar view in July, 1914. 

What is the view of all informed people to-day? "To Rae- 
maekers the war is not a topic, or a subject for charity. It is a vivid 
heartrending reality," says the New York "Evening Post," "and you 
come away from the rooms where his cartoons now hang so aware of 
what war is that mental neutrality is for you a horror. If you have 



FOREWORD 

slackened in your determination to find out, these cartoons are a 
slap in the face. Raemaekers drives home a universal point that 
concerns not merely Germans, but every country where royal de- 
crees have supreme power. Shall one man ever be given the power 
to seek his ends, using the people as his pawns? We cannot look at 
the cartoons and remain in ignorance of exactly what is the basis 
of truth on which they are built." 

The "Philadelphia American" likens Raemaekers to a sensitized 
plate upon which the spirit which brought on the war has imprinted 
itself forever, and adds: "What he gives out on that subject is as 
pitilessly true as a photograph. They look down upon us in their 
naked truth, those pictures which are to be, before the judgment- 
seat of history, the last indictment of the German nation. Of all 
impressions, there is one which will hold you in its inexorable grip: 
it is that Louis Raemaekers has told you the truth. " 

This aspect of his appeal is insisted upon by "Vanity Fair," 
thus: "That each cartoon is a grim, merciless portrayal of the truth 
will be apparent to even the meanest intelHgence." The same jour- 
nal refers to the almost uncanny power of prophecy suggested by 
many of the pictures. "That they are conceived in a mighty brain 
and drawn by a skilled hand will be recognized by a sophisticated 
minority. But only those capable of deeper probing will see that 
each one is in itself an elemental drama of compelling significance 
and power, heightened in many cases by prophecy and suggestion. " 

The "Philadelphia Public Ledger" refers particularly to Rae- 
maekers' prophetic instinct. "Here, indeed, is revealed the work not 
only of one who has the artistic imagination to pictorialize the savagery 
of the Kaiser and his obedient servants, and to caricature in a manner 
that leaves nothing unsaid in the way of sinister presentation of 
evil things, but the work of one who is distinctly a seer. Moreover, 
the cartoons have been verified by subsequent events, though they 
seemed to some at the time to be the bitter and ironical casual com- 
ment on things most believed could never happen to modern civihza- 
tion, and have that insight that only a special inspiration and inner 
illumination could give." 



FOREWORD 

It is this obvious siiKvrity, tliis convict ion on the p;irl of the 
beholder that Raemackcrs is tclhn-i; the simple truth and tcliin-z; it 
simply that gives his wori< its greatest vakie as a revelation of the 
German purpose, and as an indictment of German methods of war- 
fare and the German practice of statecraft. 

The "Louisville Herald" hnds it "impossible to do justice to 
these remarkable drawings, this terrific gallery, impossible to estimate 
at this distance the power and pressure of the indictment," while 
the "Baltimore Sun" goes so far as to claim that "no orator in any 
tongue has so stirred the human soul to unspeakable pity and im- 
placable wrath as this Dutch artist in the universal language which 
his pencil knows how to speak. Those who have forgotten the Lusi- 
tania and the innumerable tragedies in Belgium should a\oid Rac- 
maekers. They who look at his work can never forget, can never 
wholly forgive." 

The "Washington Star" thinks that his cartoons should not be 
taken merely as dealing with events of the conllict, "but with prin- 
ciples." The writer proceeds: "To Germany and to Austria is up- 
held a mirror in which are reflected those crimes for which neither 
will be able to make full redress. There is no touch of vulgarity or 
hatred in his work, save that which comes from righteous indignation 
against foul crimes and the vulgarity of the thing itself. " 

In appraising the value of Raemaekers' cartoons purely as polit- 
ical documents, as historic records of crimes and barbarities which 
the civilized world must not be permitted to forget lest the horrors 
of the past three years descend upon us again, their purely artistic 
appeal is frequently ignored or forgotten, but not always. "Rae- 
maekers is an artist," says the "Boston Globe." "He tells his story 
simply, eliminates all unnecessary detail, knows the dramatic value 
of light and shade, and draws a single figure cartoon with as much 
impressive suggestiveness as he does a crowd." The "Providence 
Journal" acclaims him as a great artist to whose hand has been 
given the touch of immortality. " Like many geniuses, " continues the 
"Journal," "this Dutch artist awaited the occasion in human affairs 
to awaken the power which he may not even have been aware of 



FOREWORD 

possessing. It took a titanic force to stir his conscience and that 
conscience, once stirred, leaped into aspiring activity to the service of 
mankind." Particular stress is laid by the "Boston Transcript" on 
the artistic merit of the drawings. Comparing him to Honore 
Daumier, the great French cartoonist of the Franco-Prussian War, 
the "Post" is of opinion that Raemaekers is the one artistic personality 
whose genius has been developed by the stimulus of the war. "If 
the measure of the influence wielded by a cartoonist is the extent and 
intensity of emotion aroused by his work, then possibly there has 
never been a cartoonist in the history of the world who can have 
compared with Raemaekers. The inspiration of his pictorial polemics 
is a hearty and profound and righteous indignation, a motive which 
is of first-rate artistic worth, and which is shared by all the civihzed 
world. What strikes the mind in looking upon these cartoons is the 
Dantesque quality of the artist's passion and imagination." The 
"Transcript" concludes a remarkable appreciation of the cartoons 
with the following words: "He guides the spirit and the conscience 
of the world to-day through an inferno of wrong. " 



List of Cartoons 



The Zeppelin Raider •, 

The Exhumation of the Martyrs of Aerschot 4 

The Old Serb ^ 

The "Lusitania" Nightmare ......... g 

"Fancy, How Nice!" 10 

The Laodiceans ---12 

"A Pitiful Exodus" - _. ,, 

"Death the Friend" ,f, 

A Higher Pile ,§ 

Peace Reigns at Dinant 20 

Humanity vs. Kultur ---22 

The Bill --24 

"You Need Not Storm This Place" 26 

Hohenzollern Madness --28 

"My Master Asks You to Look After These Doves" - ... 30 

Famine in Belgium -..32 

Poor Old Thing -..34 

Germany and the Neutrals - -..36 

Those Horrible Britons -- 38 

Dr. Kuyper to Germany 40 

The Kaiser's Diplomacy .-... 42 

Cain - - 44 

The Counter-Attack at Douaumont 46 

The Morning Paper 48 

"And Such a Brave Zepp He Was" 50 

Flying Over Holland 52 

"If They Don't Increase Their Army" 54 

Religion and Patriotism ..^6 

The Prisoners - 58 

"Well, My Friend" -- --60 

"How Quiet It Must be in the English Harbors Blockaded by Our Fleet" 62 

The Brigands --64 

It Looks So in Serbia 66 

Victory by Imposture .--------.-68 

Shell-Making 70 

Another Australian Success 72 

The Sea the Path of Victory 74 

Balaam and His Ass .-.- 76 

A Genuine Dutchman ...---..-..78 



LIST OF CARTOONS 

PAGE 

Another Victory for the Germans -------- 8o 

Submarine "Bags" ------------02 

Within the Pincers .----------84 

German Poison ..---So 

The Organization of Victory by Imposture - - - - - - 88 

Wittenberg -------------90 

The Broken Alliance - ---92 

The Shower-Bath ------------ 94 

The Anniversary Bouquet .--96 

The Stranded Submarine ---98 

Herod's Nightmare ----------- 100 

"My Beloved People" ----------- 102 

On Their Way to Verdun i04 

BETHMANN-HoLLVifEG's PeACE SoNG - - - Io6 

A German "Victory" ----- 108 

"Waiting" -- --no 

The Kaiser as a Diplomatist - - - -112 

Hun Hypocrisy - - -- - - - - - - - -114 

The Prussian Guard -----------no 

Greek Treachery ------------118 

The World's Judgment Seat --------- 120 

The Kaiser's Cry for Peace - -122 

Tit for Tat -- ----- 124 

Forced Labor in Germany ----------126 

The Fall of the Child-Slayer 128 

The Climber ------------- 130 

Culture at Wittenberg ---------- 132 

The "Civilians" ---- - i34 

Two Peals of Thunder ---------- 136 

A Universal Conscience - - - - - 138 

Joan of Arc and St. George - - - - - - - - -140 

The Bringers of Happiness ---------- 142 

The Old Poilu .-- --144 

Humanity Torpedoed - - - - -- - - - - -146 

The Super-Hooligans .-- -148 

Before the Fall --- - 150 

The Shirkers ------------- 152 

For Merit ------------- 154 

Duty vs. Militarism ----------- 156 

The Troubadour ------------ 158 

See the Conquering Hero Comes -------- 160 

Belgium -------- - 162 

The Giant's Task - ---- 164 

"I Must Have Something for My Trouble" ------ 166 

"Cinema Chocolate" - - - - - - - - - -- 168 

The Doctrine of Expediency --------- 170 

Murder on the High Seas ---------- 172 



LIS r OF CARTOONS 

PAGE 

Pounding Austria 174 

DUKCHHALTEN " HoLD Oux" I76 

The Satyk of the Sea 178 

War Council with Ferdinand and Fn\ei< Pasha 180 

The Burial of Private Walker 182 

The Supreme Effort - 184 

"Wer reitet so spat Durch Nacht und Wind? Das ist der Vati-.r mh' 

seinem Kind" ------ 186 

The Voices of the Guns ----188 

The Death's-Head Hussar ----- lyo 

The "Franc-tireur" Excuse 192 

The Entry Into Constantinople - - - - - - -- - 194 

"Come Away, My Dear!" --... 196 

The "Harmless" German ---------- 198 

The Propagandist in Holland -...-.--- 200 

Tetanus -------- 202 

Shakspere's Tercentenary' ---------- 204 

Nobody Sees Me ------------ 206 

The Orient Express .----..-.-- 208 

The Bloomersdyk - - - - - - - - - - - -210 

The "U" Boats Off the American Coast - - - - - - -212 

To THE Peace Woman 214 

The Wolf Bleats - -216 

Strict Neutrality ------------ 218 



Kultur in Cartoons 



The Zeppelin Raider 

THIS cartoon is not in the least allegorical, and it is far less terrible 
than the reality. For the simple reason is that children torn to pieces 
by high explosives are far more horrible to look at than children 
with their throats cut. 

Had these blood cartoons of Raemaekers been published in the spring 
of 1 9 14, the artist would have been considered a maniac. 

But in the spring of 19 16 we know him to be a man portraying the 
truth, giving us the doings of the German Emperor and his satellites 
in colored pictures, arid a very mild interpretation of them at that. For 
it is a fact that no man could bear to look at or consider the real truth of 
what William of Germany has done through the hands of others, of the 
horrors that he has committed against women who cannot here accuse 
him, against children of whose very names he knows nothing. 

But their accusations are heard and their names remembered by those 
whose eternal business it is to hear and record, and the silence of those 
civilized nations who have said nothing before the doings of the infamous 
One has spoken where silence is heard as well as speech. 

Just as St. Paul stood by in silence at the martyrdom of St. Stephen, 
so have they stood at the martyrdom of these Innocents, and just as he 
uttered that lamentable cry in the Temple of Jerusalem, so will they cry 
in his very words, but without his justification of holiness: 
"I stood by and consented." 

H. DE VERE STACPOOLE. 




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The Exhumation of the Martyrs 
of Aerschot 

READ here a few sentences from the sworn and sifted testimony 
of witnesses who saw what happened at Aerschot in August, 19 14. 
When the war broke out a German whom I knew well by sight 
had been living at Aerschot some three years. He had no apparent oc- 
cupation, but Hved on his means in a small house. Occasionally he was 
away for some time. On the outbreak of war he was expelled from Bel- 
gium. He came back with the German troops and pointed out to them 
all houses and other property belonging to the burgomaster, and the 
Germans destroyed it all. Many civiHans in Aerschot were killed by 
the Germans. I myself saw some forty dead bodies, including three 
women. They had been shot. ... In one house the wife of a man 
whom I know well was burned ahve. Her husband broke both legs 
while attempting to rescue her. . . . The Germans with their rifles pre- 
vented anyone going to help this man, and he had to drag himself along 
the street, with his legs broken, as best he could. ..." 

"I saw some German infantry soldiers kill with bayonets two women 
who were standing on their doorsteps. ..." 

"There we saw a whole street burning. . . . We heard children and 
beasts crying in the flames." 

"The Germans deHberately fired bej^ond us at four women, a child of 
II or 12 years of age, an infant of six months (about) and four other chil- 
dren who were cHnging to their mothers' skirts. The infant was in its 
mother's arms, and was riddled with shot, which passed through it into 
the mother's body. While she was trying to crawl into safety on her 
knees the Germans still fired at her until she died." 

"I saw the body of a Httle boy about 6J-^ or 7 years of age, with foui 
bayonet wounds in it. It was stiff and propped against a walk" 

"The first thing we saw was the body of a young girl of about 18 to 20, 
absohitely naked, with her abdomen cut open. Her body was also 
covered with bruises. . . . About a kilometer farther on I saw the body of 
a httle boy, aged 8 or 9, with his head completely cut off. The head was 
some distance from the trunk." 

These simple phrases, and hundreds more Hke them, plain to read in 
the book of evidence, make a better commentary than any I could write 
on this drawing. There are, indeed, many passages more terrible, such 
as the tale of the unspeakable treatment of the priest, dragged into Aers- 
chot from the neighboring village of Gehode. And I turn from reading 
such things to an Enghsh newspaper, wherein is the report of the speech 
of a person at a great gathering of people interested in cooperative trad- 
ing — a person who hopes, after the war, to "take by the hand" the crea- 
tures guilty of these infamies. It has been my experience to know many 
sad blackguards in the worst parts of London, but I cannot remember 
one who could fall as low as that. To find such we must search the 
smuggeries and the priggeries and the Fellowships of Reconcihation. 

ARTHUR MORRISON. 



The Old Serb 



THE calculated brutality of German and Austrian "frightfulness," its 
cowardice and cold-blooded evil, are already familiar to all impartial 
students of Teutonic warfare. But a Nation that has consented to 
its own slavery cannot value freedom, or be supposed to respect 
the life or hberty of the innocent and weak. With her neck under Prus- 
sia's heel, tamed Germany strives in word and deed to reflect the spirit of 
her masters, and so far succeeds that she can contemplate the atrocities 
of this war with satisfaction, and from pulpit, school, and press applaud 
each new manifestation in turn. Blind obedience to command has 
brought the Germans to a state where even their thinking is done for 
them; they grovel before the brute power that drives them and kiss and 
sanctify the bloody hands that hold the whip. 

Luther said the justification of Hberty was that man could only truly 
serve God and his fellow-man if freedom of choice of means were per- 
mitted to him. The German of to-day relinquishes that freedom and is 
content to be herded under a political system that denies him his inde- 
pendent manhood. Ke sacrifices responsibihty and liberty alike to a 
race which he still suffers to inherit the privilege of directing his State; 
he prostitutes his own reasoning faculties and ignores the evolution of 
morals by applauding Prussia's reactionary ideals at the expense of every 
modern movement for the progress of humanity. He knows the right 
and does the wrong — a wilhng slave to an archaic autocracy. Thus 
servile obedience to physical power is the noblest principle that United 
Germany has yet attained, and the consequences permeate the people 
in a spiritual indifference to elementary honor displayed ahke on her 
battlefields and in her council chambers. 

The lie is accepted as her first diplomatic weapon; "frightfulness" is 
developed as an invaluable ally of conquest; cruelty and treachery are 
praised by the scholar and pastor, practised as a matter of course by the 
soldier and politician. None sees what dishonor is thus heaped upon 
his country and how her history has been defiled by this generation on 
the precepts of the last. 

Ignoring, as she always does, every contact with other cultures, Ger- 
many, out of a congenital megalomania, has evolved her own; and in 
her eyes it is no doubt as beautiful and precious as the ugly treasure of 
the child in the perambulator, who discards the most delightful modern 
toys for its own battered and hideous doll. 

In this regard she is indeed still a child; but a study of comparative 
cultures, following upon the destruction of her present rulers and their 
doctrine of force, should create a larger-minded nation wherein the civil- 
ized concepts of older States shall find recognition. 

"Until that final consummation," as Francis Stopford has well said, 
"Europe dare not rest secure, and the horrors of Belgium and Serbia will 
be repeated for the next generation if Germany be left the freedom to 
reestablish her might and to reorganize the life of her peoples with the sole 
object of crushing her neighbors at the first favorable opportunity." 

EDEN PHILLPOTTS. 



The "Lusitania" Nightmare 

THOUGH a year and more has passed since the great tragedy of the 
Lus'itania, and many evil things have been done since that day by the 
enemy who strikes at rooted principles of civiHzation, yet by reason 
of its magnitude and its utter disregard of the elementary principles of 
humanity the memory of this deed is still ahve in the minds of men. This 
"nightmare" that Raemaekers pictures was no dream fancy, but a reality; 
men and women walked along the rows of corpses laid out in the sheds, 
searching for that which they dreaded to find. . . . 

"There is no right but might," said Germany in that act, "and there 
is no law in the exercise of might." Men, women, and children ahke of 
this perverted nation were bidden to rejoice over the sinking of the vessel — 
the fact cannot be too often stated or too fully kept in mind, more es- 
pecially now that the fabric whence that doctrine of unguided force has 
emanated is crumbling under the blows of the Allied armies. For in 
the day of peace will be found many who will merit Achan's fate through 
following Achan's way, careless of the rows of little corpses that lay out 
for indentification after the sinking of the Lusitania — careless of all but 
the material aspect of the settlement that must be made when the mih- 
tary power of this present Germany is crushed. 

If it be not crushed beyond the possibihty of rising again — if there be 
any way left by which those who own no law but necessity and expedi- 
ence may repeat the experiment of these years of war, then these lives 
that ended off the Old Head of Kinsale ended in vain, and their memory 
is dishonored. With that which caused this nightmare there must be 

no compromise. 

E. CHARLES VIVIAN. 



''Fancy, How Nice. 



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THE ethics of war are difficult to reduce to consistent principles. 
At first sight it does not seem more cruel to asphyxiate your enemy 
than to blow him to pieces with a land-mine or to turn a machine-gun 
upon him. Nevertheless, two facts are certain. One is that this very 
invention was offered to our War Office years ago, and was rejected as 
unworthy of a civihzed nation. The other is that it is forbidden by 
The Hague Convention in a clause accepted by Germany herself. 

The adoption, without warning, of poisonous gas is perhaps the most 
shameless of all the treacherous violations of international law which 
Germany has committed. It is now known that Germany had de- 
termined, before hostihties began, to violate all the laws of war. In the 
Official German War Boole these conventions are referred to only with 
contempt. To disregard tliem is what the Germans calf "absolute war"; 
and they ctaim that absolute war is the only logical kind of war. 

In adopting this theory Germany has fallen far behind barbarism; 
for, cruel as the barbarian often is, there are always some things which 
he will not do to his enemy, some conventions wliich he will observe, 
either from the chivalry which belongs to the character of the genuine 
fighting man or from fear of Divine anger, or from a vague sense of what 
is due to human beings even when they are enemies. The notion that all 
moral principles are in abeyance during war is the most revolting doc- 
trine that can be proclaimed. It is disgusting to find that it is openly 
defended by many of the religious guides of the German people, who 
profess to speak in the name of Christianity. 

Such moral obliquity, one thinks, can only exist in a nation which 
does not play games. But perhaps the reason why games are discour- 
aged in Germany is that they encourage a "foolish" sense of honor 
and chivalry in the serious business of life. 

W. R. INGE, 
Dean of St. Paul's Cathedral. 



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The Laodiceans 



"'*T~^HOU art neither cold nor hot. I would thou wert cold or hot. . . . 
I Because thou sayest, I am rich and increased with goods, and 
have need of nothing. ... I counsel thee. . . . anoint thine eyes 
with eye-salve, that thou mayest see." 

Raemaekers has patience with most things, but with neutrality he 
would scorn to be patient. He refuses to parley with it, even when it 
waves the colors of his own country in its hand — if it ever does any- 
thing so sturdy as to wave colors. These old women are dreadful, 
they are almost as terrifying as his Prussian monsters. The persuasive 
old fanatic in the foreground arguing the divinity of lukewarmness is 
dreadful in herself, and more dreadful still because we all know that she 
exists, in belligerent as in neutral countries. And worse, far worse, is 
the granite female with her stone brooch in her marble collar behind her. 
The others are surprised, doubtful, not yet entirely won over to the 
specious argument; but the woman behind is a very Gibraltar of neu- 
trahty. 

Seldom, very seldom, does Raemaekers draw dreadful women. His 
Germania is a symbol, not a woman. I can only remember one other 
cartoon, a merciless drawing of the Kaiser and the Kaiserin, in which a 
woman stands for eviL He hkes to picture pity and mercy and nobility 
in the form of women, and when he wishes to paint sorrow and endurance 
he gives us such cartoons as those of the mothers and widows of Belgium. 
And this makes it the more hkely that in these gossiping, selfish, silly, 
wicked creatures he is drawing a type of mind rather than a type of 
female. In every country there are "old women"; but they are not 
always females. 

H. PEARL ADAM. 



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''A Pitiful Exodus 



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THIS is one of Raemaekers' crowds. He is fond of depicting crowds, 
and he is right. He has the art of making them singularly effective. 
He catches wonderfully both the general impression and the vahie 
of a face or figure here and there not violently obtruded but individually 
appealing. 

And these crowds are so effective because they are so true. This is 
a war of crowds. The nations have fought in crowds, they have suffered 
in crowds. "Multitudes — multitudes in the valley of decision" might 
be said to be its text. 

And Antwerp was ever a place of crowds; though not, of course, hke 
this. Who does not know Antwerp as she was before the war? A great, 
buzzing, thriving hive on the water's edge, filled with a jolly, comfort- 
able, busy bourgeoisie; mediaeval and modern at once, with her churches 
and her quays, her florid "Rubenses" her Van Dycks, her Teniers, her 
Maison Plantin, and all the rest of her past; her world commerce, her 
fortifications of to-day, deemed impregnable! 

She had been besieged and fallen before. To-day she fell with scarcely 
a siege. 

Who was responsible for this fiasco— for the defense which was no 
defense, the relief which was no rehef? Why was the Naval Brigade 
sent there ? Perhaps we shall know some day, when Raemaekers' coun- 
try is free to set them also free again. 

What we can know is graphically and terribly told by Mr. John Buchan 
and the witnesses he cites. 

The highways were black with the panting crowds: ladies of fashion, 
white-haired men and women, wounded soldiers, priests old and young, 
nuns, mothers, daughters, children. So it was described by one who 
saw it. 

More than a quarter of a milHon of inhabitants left Antwerp in one day. 
The world has never before seen such an emptying of a great city. "Some 
day," Mr. Buchan ends, "when its imagination has grown quicker, it 
will find the essence of war not in gallant charges and heroic stands, but 
in the pale women dragging their pitiful belongings through the Belgian 
fields in the raw October night." 

If anything could further quicken the world's imagination it would be 
this picture. Rubens devised the famous "pomps" for the entry of 
Ferdinand of Austria. The German entry had no Rubens. But this 
miserable pomp, this "pitiful exodus," has found its realistic Rubens 
in Raemaekers. 

HERBERT WARREN. 



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"Death the Friend" 

WHEN the white horse rode out to war with the clever, handsome 
mountebank in the shining armor astride it (ignore for the 
moment the duller fact of an anxious, field-gray man in a Benz 
limousine) the demigod made, let us admit it, a brave show. 

'Tis credibly reported that in his company rode his august famihar, 
"our old God" in a new mood and a brand new uniform, "wearing," in 
fact, in the words of a dithyrambic Teuton, "the Death's Head cap of 
the German Hussars and carrying a white banner." 

What that Other may be assumed to have made of Dixmude, Ter- 
monde, and the ineffable rest of it is for the curious to conjecture: as 
also at what exact stage of the swift journeyings back and forth of the 
tired white horse there came into a mind fed on rich, fat phrases and 
meaty metaphors, and the flattery of astute, strong men and the dazzHng 
reflections of the imperial cheval glass, the first doubt as to whether the 
high approval of that Other were indeed an objective reahty, or merely a 
figment of the imagination of an overwrought overman. In any case, 
there must soon have dawned an aching wonder as to how the devil the 
banner could be white. 

And when was it that in place of that Other Rider in the hussar's cap 
there seemed to be something queer and sinister astride behind him on 
his battle-weary steed? Was it then that he began to whistle so vigor- 
ously {vide German Press passim) to keep up his spirits? And wifl there 
come a time (has it already come?) when that caressing touch on the 
shoulder wifl seem indeed the caress of a friend, and that gaunt index 
point to the only peace he wifl ever know ? 

JOSEPH THORP. 



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A Higher Pile 

ULL half a million men, yet not enough 

To break this township on a winding stream; 

More yet must fall, and more, ere the red stuff 
That built a nation's manhood may redeem 
The Highest's hopes and fructify his dream. 



They pave the way to Verdun; on their dust 

The HohenzoIIern mount and, hand in hand, 
Gaze haggard south; for yet another thrust. 

And higher hills must heap, ere they shall stand 

To feed their eyes upon the promised land. 

One barrow, borne of women, Hfts them high, 

Piled up of many a thousand human dead. 
Nursed in their mothers' bosoms, now they he— 

A Golgotha, all shattered, torn and sped, 

A mountain for these royal feet to tread. 

A Golgotha, upon whose carrion clay 

Justice of myriad men, still in the womb, 
Shall heave two crosses; crucify and flay 

Two memories accurs'd; then in the tomb 

Of world-wide execration give them room. 

Verdun! Thy name is holy evermore; 

In thine heroic ruin the nations see 
A monument, upon whose Hving shore 

In vain the evil breaks; we bend the knee. 

Thou symbol of all Iiuman liberty. 

EDEN PHILLPOTTS. 



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Peace Reigns at Dinant 

THE mere human criminal will cover his crime with disguises; 
but it may truly be said that the Prussian has buried even his 
crime in the evidences of it. He has made massacre itself monot- 
onous; and made us weary of condemning what he was never weary of 
carrying out. 

It is said that General Von der Goltz, on receiving complaints of 
the scarcely human parade of cruelty which accompanied the first en- 
trance into Belgium, declared that such first bad impressions of the 
Prussian would wear off after his victory in the real campaign; and 
that, as he expressed it, "Glory will efface all." That sort of glory, 
however, was itself effaced from the German prospects as early as the 
battle of the Marne; and we shall never know whether humanity is 
capable of so vile a forgiveness; or whether glory will efface all. 

But there is a real sense in which we may say that infamy has effaced 
alL In the first stage of the war Prussia conducted assassination upon 
the same scale as grand strategy; and it is as difficult to recall every 
woman or child whose death was in itself a breach of all international 
understandings as it is to recall every poor fellow in uniform who has 
faHen in the open fighting which everyone understands. 

The pen becomes impotent when it attempts to give hfe to statistics; 

and I do not know that anything can come closer to it than the pencil, 

when it draws what the artist has drawn here — merely one quiet soldier, 

in the corner of one quiet town; and beyond only the corner of a heap 

of figures, which are yet more quiet. 

G. K. CHESTERTON. 



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Humanity v. Kultur 

ONE of the most marked features of Raemaekers' art is his intense 
feehng of patriotism. He is proud of his country and of her past 
history, and he is resolute to be true to the fame of the Nether- 
lands in the past and to preserve the freedom which is the heritage 
of her people. Another characteristic is his abhorrence of the prospect of 
German tyranny over his country. He hates that danger, which must 
ever be present to the mind of a patriotic Dutchman. It has been 
the pressing danger of the country for many years, and the danger in- 
creases and becomes more imminent year by year. He hates that thought, 
both because it would put an end to the freedom of his country and 
because he detests the character of Germany, and many of his cartoons 
express this abhorrence in the extremest form. He loathes the nature 
and the effects of German "Kultur." 

Both these characteristics are expressed in this cartoon. The Neth- 
erlands is represented as a young Dutch girl in the national costume, 
a working woman wearing apron and cap and big wooden shoes. She 
has taken off one of the shoes, holding it ready to strike, while in a threat- 
ening attitude and with flashing eye she faces a hideous hag in dirty, 
slovenly attire, who represents the great enemy. The artist's cartoons 
vie with one another in the ughness which is imparted, sometimes in one 
way, sometimes in another, to the enemy, but there is none which rep- 
resents Prussia in a more detestable form than this. Prussia is a drunken 
woman, who is just coming out from a pubhc-house, and is leaning 
against the door, hardly able to stagger on. The sign at the door is 
inscribed in German: "Bierhaus zur Deutschen Kultur." Prussia 
shrinks back from the assault which Holland is threatening. _Yet the 
assault is not an armed one; it is the assault of criticism and righteous 
indignation, as uttered in the press and through art. The crown _ of 
the empire, with the iron cross hanging from the apex,_ is tumbhng 
off the head of the drunken woman. The right hand, which she holds 
up in deprecation, is dripping with blood. The neck of a large bottle 
protrudes from a pocket in her dirty and ragged apron on which the 
bloody mark 'of a child's hand is imprinted. But with her bloodstained 
hand Prussia deprecates the attacks of criticism by the protest: "A 
real lady like me does not do such a thing" — forgetting in her drunken 
mind that she bears the marks of guilt on her person. She has been 
indulging in "Kultur" until she is in the last stage of intoxication, barely 
able to stand upright, and quite unable to preserve the crown of em- 
pire. Another characteristic of Raemaekers is evident: the perfect, 
absolute assurance of victory. There can be no_ question what the 
future will be; the issue of conflict, either in discussion or in other ways, 
between this stalwart young woman and the broken, drunken wretch 
cannot be doubted for a moment. The crown is already sfipping away, 
and no gesture, no support, will be in time to keep it in its place. 

WILLIAM MITCHELL RAMSAY. 



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The Bill 



EVEN a dragon's teeth decay 
And then there comes a painful time 
When morsels won't be made away: 
Hence spring this picture and this rhyme 
Of dragons rather past their prime. 

A varied menu spread before 
The hungry Kaiser and his son, 
From which the royal epicure 
With other courses chose this one — 
Paris to follow when 'twas done. 

A dainty dish the waiter thought 

To set before a king, or clown; 

Yet though they gulped and chewed and fought 

Not sire nor son could get it down — 

This little, sturdy, ancient town. 

And, what is more, their appetites, 
That yesterday were sharp and keen, 
This wretched dish of Verdun bhghts : 
Its toughness they had not foreseen; 
The cooking's bad, the inn unclean. 

"My son, I think we 'II try elsewhere." 
"Right O! dear father, so we will. 
I 'm spoiling for a change of air. 
Don't let this trifle make you ill: 
Our cannon fodder pay the bill!" 



EDEN PHILLPOTTS. 



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*'You need not storm 
this place" 

THE magnificent imagery of Isaiah is alone adequate to interpret 
the artist's picture. The German Kaiser is at the entrance to 
hell, on the gloomy portals of which is written the motto: "Aban- 
don hope all ye who enter here." The devil, with a Mephistophehan 
irony, tells his captive: "You need not storm this place." Hell is only 
too ready to house the great malefactors who have sinned against hght 
and are doomed to torment. 

It is inevitable to recall the great oracles of Isaiah on the Kmg of 
Babylon — that enemy of his race who had enslaved the Jewish people, 
persecuted God's elect and led them into captivity. "Hell from be- 
neath is moved for thee to meet thee at thy coming; it stirreth up the 
dead for thee, even all the chief ones of the earth; it hath raised up from 
their thrones all the kings of the nations. All they shall speak and 
say unto thee, Art thou also become weak as we? Art thou become 
like unto us? . . . How art thou fallen from Heaven, O Lucifer, son 
of the morning! How art thou cast down to the ground, which didst 
weaken the nations!" 

But the King of Babylon was received with greater ceremony than 
falls to the lot of the German Kaiser. To welcome the former the old 
kings rise from their thrones. Wilhelm is led by the devil alone, and 
no pomp or circumstance of war surrounds him. His sin is as the sin 
of those who have beheved in their transcendent power and are the 
victims of megalomania. He, too, said in his heart: "I will ascend into 
Heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God, I will be like 
the Most High." Yet thou shalt be brought down to hell, to the sides 
of the pit. 

And the sentence passed on such enemies of the human race is the 
same which Isaiah uttered thousands of years ago. "Is this the man 
that made the earth to tremble, that did shake kingdoms; that made 
the world as a wilderness and destroyed the cities thereof; that opened 
not the house of his prisoners?" The very catalogue of offenses is 
the same. And the penalty is that no such posthumous glory as en- 
circles the monarchs of the past will come to him. He goes down to 
the stones of the pit, cast out from all honorable burial, as "a carcass 
trodden underfoot." 

Never did Raemaekers dip his pen in bitterer gall than when he limned 
this appaUing picture of the fate which awaits a merciless and blood- 
thirsty tyrant. 

W. L. COURTNEY. 



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Hohenzolkrn Madness 

MAYBE the French poet of genius is already born who will sing 
the Epic of Verdun. One thinks of him staring into his mother's 
face, and bhnking a pair of wondrous brown eyes at the summer 
sun. France is too near, too careful and troubled about the present, too 
deeply plunged in grief and pain to tell that story with the majestic 
isolation of genius, or fling her inspiration wide enough, as yet, to catch 
the significance of this supreme event. 

Marble and bronze will record it, and imperishable verse — of that we 
may be sure; for the nation that has defended Verdun against the might 
of Germany holds the seeds of magistral art. Art must spring quick- 
ened, enlarged, and ennobled from these furnace fires; and it will hap- 
pen, as of old, that a people great enough to do great deeds lack not 
for children of genius to record their immortahty in achievements them- 
selves immortaL 

That follows in fullness of time; for at this moment, while cannon 
thunder and men die happy, with the Hght of coming victory for a crown, 
we may well think of such men alone and pay our homage to the heroes 
who have saved Verdun at the cost of their lives. 

But what of Germany's sons? What of the thousands who have 
fallen in fruitless attempts to take the hill of Dead Men? 

It may be ere long that these armies, driven by whip and revolver 
from behind, will wake to the futility of their continued destruction and 
begin to measure the worth of the royal command still hurling them to 
death, that its own wounded vanity and strategical and poHtical in- 
competence shall find a salve in their sacrifice. 

Raemaekers imagines nothing here, for his picture is a transcript 
of famihar truth. Death welcomes to its bony bosom the pride of a 
kingdom, while the rulers of that kingdom flog their subjects on to the 
annihilation that awaits them. Such forlorn tactics are aH that remain 
to the beggared tyrant and his son. But men are not as corn or the 
beasts of the field: this harvest cannot be renewed by the passage of 
a year; and when Death has fed full, he must wait for another such 
meal until the boyhood of Germany has come to man's estate. May 
the youthful Teutons with their manhood win sanity also, and escape 
forever the slavery that has driven more than half a miflion of their 
fathers to fruitless destruction before Verdun. 

EDEN PHILLPOTTS. 



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''My master asks you to look 
after these peace doves " 

RAEMAEKERS in this excellent cartoon is not less direct, although 
he is at the same time more subtle, than in some others. Holland, 
typified by the seated figure, has an expression of amazement 
and suspicion, if not actual fear, upon her face. The Boche is not 
content with merely offering the basket of spurious doves, but has thrust 
it upon Holland's lap. The bearer who, in the name of his master, 
asks the latter to look after the "doves" is obviously trying to look 
agreeable as well as innocent, but the battered helmet and the leer 
upon his face serve to betray him. 

Holland, says her great artist in this picture, has no use for "peace 
doves," or, at least, for those of the breed that wear the spiked helmets 
of the Prussians. One may suspect, as the artist and Holland herself 
apparently do, that the "doves," symbolic of peace, may prove the 
stormy petrels of war. They may be said to typify the propagandists 
who, having settled in Holland from the early days of the war, have 
carried on a crafty campaign of misrepresentation and calumny not 
alone against the Allies, but against the country which has hitherto 
preserved neutrality and sacrificed so much in works of benevolence 
in regard to Belgian and other refugees, and the British airmen and 
seamen which the accidents and tides of war have brought to or thrown 
upon her shores. 

The "doves of peace," and there are many Germans now resident in 
Holland, have probably all of them "Mannlichers" as well as spiked 
helmets for use if needed. 

In regard to all transactions with the Huns or their master, Holland 
will do well to remember Virgil's oft-quoted line: "Timeo Danaos et 
dona ferentes." 

Every "dove," whether in the guise of propagandist, commercial 
representative, official, or agent for the purchase of foodstuffs, and 
whether bringing a cage of "peace doves" or bags of gold, is a potential 
enemy to the peace and independence of Holland. The triumph of 
the Central Empires means the subjugation of the Dutch people, and 
the "peace doves" within her borders would soon quit their cooing 
and be transformed into the "Prussian Eagle's brood." 

CLIVE HOLLAND. 




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Famine in Belgium 

* T T THEN the German conquers Belgium and Poland the first thing 

\/ \/ he does is to raise agriculture, commerce, and industry to a 
state of immediate prosperity. Gain and comfort for the new 
subjects cHng to the soles of his feet." 

Thus the Rev. Gerhard Tolzien preaching in Schwerin Cathedral last 
autumn at the harvest festival held on the 19th Sunday after Trinity. 
We must suppose he believed it. One of the stock attributes of Kultur, 
proclaimed by its apostles and obediently repeated by their pupils, is 
the beneficent influence it sheds on other lands. It showers gratuitous 
benefits on all, but only those fortunate enough to be brought under 
German sway reap the full harvest of its blessings. So the domination of 
the world by Germany is justified. It is for the people's good; it would be 
the millennium. 

Raemaekers shows it to us at work in Belgium. We see the Germans 
who have conquered the land carrying out those beneficent functions 
described by the German preacher. Having brought agriculture, com- 
merce, and industry to a state of unprecedented prosperity, they are watch- 
ing, with benevolent satisfaction, the signs of gain and comfort among 
the inhabitants. If the emaciated peasants, leaving their roofless cottage, 
hmping down the empty street with the few odds and ends of rubbish 
not worth looting which they stifl possess, or stopping to poke about in 
the gutter for a scrap of food — if they seem to be at the last extremity of 
misery, that is, no doubt, because they are too dull to appreciate the 
blessings of Kultur. 

Truly this is a terrible picture, a veritable nightmare. There is nothing 
more poignant in the whole series. It would be a rehef to be able to be- 
Heve Herr Tolzien's account, but we fear that the ghastly contrast 
drawn by the neutral artist is only too well founded on fact. 

A. SHADWELL. 



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Poor Old Thing 



AN old English proverb, disdaining to be cramped by so feeble 
and academic a thing as grammar, tells us that "courtesy is cum- 
bersome to him that kens it not." It is one of the essential signs 
of breeding that courtesy is natural and not cumbersome; and if we may 
take the saying of the German naval officer as true, that the EngHsh will 
always be fools and the Germans will never be gentlemen (though it 
is true that the maker of such a saying must be a gentleman himself), 
we shall be able to understand much about the Central Powers that 
is otherwise puzzling. Despite their aristocracies and their history, 
and this applies especially to Austria, those Powers have a streak of 
cheapness running through them. They are cads. They snarl and 
bicker with each other like a grocer's family in a back parlor. Unlike 
Lamb's "party in a parlor," they are not all silent; possibly the rest 
of the sentence holds true. Where was Wilhelm? Why does n't Franz 
Joseph do better? But for him we 'd have done such and such. Why 
did n't the fellow do better? 

They growl about each other to all the winds of heaven. Some 
of their griefs are legitimate. Between alhes of diiTerent race there 
must always be grounds of difference and even of acute divergence of 
opinion. For generations the Austrians have disliked the Germans with 
a hearty and vigorous dislike. If ten years ago you called a German 
an Austrian, he corrected you with superciliousness; if you called an 
Austrian a German, he corrected you with fury. Germans called Aus- 
trians "stuck-up"; Austrians called Germans merely "those Germans." 
And now that they are fighting side by side for their existence, now 
that their whole history and homogeneity as European Powers are at 
stake, they carp and snap like fretful sick puppies. 

We — the Alhes — are Latin and Slav and Saxon and Celt, and we shall 
never understand each other really welL The friendship of England 
with France is new, and has been grafted on centuries of clean warfare 
and honorable hostihty; but on the many points on which we think 
differently, do we reproach each other? We have all retreated since 
the war began, and in each case our AHies have hurried up to tell us 
that our retreat was a masterpiece, as honorable as a victory. Why? 
Because: Noblesse oblige. 

H. PEARL ADAM. 



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Germany and the Neutrals 

THERE are some points in Germany's attitude toward the neutrals 
which are ambiguous. Others are only too tragically clear. If we 
consider in its general character the German submarine crusade, we 
find that its original intention — to damage not only ships of war but 
the merchantmen of Great Britain, including passenger boats — involves 
also a studied neglect of the rights of neutral ships. Everything that might 
conceivably help Great Britain, either in respect to food-stuffs, commerce, 
or international trade, or the voyage of harmless tourists on the seas, was, 
from the point of view of BerHn, to be exposed to the fury of submarine 
attacks without any nice discrimination between enemies and neutrals. 
Clearly at one stage of the war the submarine commanders had their or- 
ders to stop and overhaul whatever they met on the seas, to give very 
inadequate time for the crews to escape, and to refuse all assistance to 
the victims struggling in the water. 

The crisis of this submarine crusade was reached in the sinking of the 
"Lusitania." Thereupon the American Government took action, and 
the Notes interchanged between President Wilson and the Wilhehiistrasse 
eventually, after much correspondence, brought about a temporary cessa- 
tion of the more violent methods of the Teuton pirates. For it became 
clear that the patience of President Wilson was almost exhausted, and the 
possibiHty of a rupture of diplomatic relations gave some pause to the 
German Higher Command. The leading principles, however, of the 
enemy's crusade have never been altered. Indeed, many observers have 
foreseen the recrudescence of submarine attacks, with the aid of newer 
and more formidable vessels with a wider range of action and a stronger 
armament. 

The Berhn contention is that Great Britain, through her preponder- 
ance of naval power, is a despot on the seas, infringing the liberties of 
other nations. To restore freedom by Hmiting the activity of British 
vessels has been a constant parrot-cry of the Teutonic enemy. The 
real truth, of course, is that the blockade is having such serious effects on 
Germany that she is almost bound to initiate new movements, if only to 
shake off the fatal grasp of the British ships of war. 

Probably the neutrals understand the position quite as well as we do, 
but for various reasons it is difficult for them to make an effective pro- 
test. Meanwhile the innate brutahty of submarine warfare is as obvious 
as ever it was, and in Raemaekers' cartoon the hideous gorilla which rep- 
resents the Teuton power is gloating over its victims and breathing out 
defiance against all who attempt to curb it in its reckless cruelty. The 
legend "Gott mit Uns" adds a biting irony to the picture. 

W. L. COURTNEY. 



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Those Horrible Britons 

THE English have always been misunderstood by foreign peoples, 
and I think one of the most beneficial effects of this war will be 
the better understanding of John BuH by the Slavs, by the Gauls 
— and by the Teutons. 

The Slavs up to this time have not known us at alL In France till 
very recently the Enghshman has been the Englishman of the old Palais 
Royal farces, a creature with red whiskers, front teeth like the double 
blank in dominoes, shepherd's plaid trousers, and a disengaging manner. 
Read Daudet, read Hugo, read Loti and you will see that even the high- 
est intelhgences in France have failed to appreciate John Bull at his 
true worth, failed even to understand him. 

Germany, who understands everything but humanity, has been even 
more backward than France. To Germany John has figured as a rob- 
ber grown fat on plunder, soft, flabby, and only waiting to be plundered. 
To Germany and to the Ivaiser John has not figured as a power, simply 
because he has not figured as a mihtary power. They believed him 
effete. 

The first seven divisions cut into this comfortable behef in a cruel 
manner. The handful of Enghsh who drove the Hun hordes back 
from Calais did not put balm on the wound. Slowly and by degrees 
the Kaiser has seen his last hopes broken by the Enghsh. 
"Those Horrible Britons." 
Raemaekers, as always, has touched the truth. 

H. DE VERE STACPOOLE. 



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Dr. Kuyper to Germany 

OF benevolent neutrality we have all heard; and of the existence of 
the malevolent kind, too, we are quite frequently reminded. The 
AUied countries failed to perceive the benevolence of the Vatican's 
utterance that the violation of Belgium "happened in the time of my pred- 
ecessor," and so apparently called for no comment from the head of the 
Roman Cathohc Church. Since that interview the inaction of the Vati- 
can, which had till then been almost complete, and has since been troubled 
by one or two tentative mentions of oHve branches and no more, has 
appeared in more than a dubious Hght to the AIHed nations. In France, 
where the opening of the war brought about something Hke a rehgious 
revival, the Pope's inaction and the Pope's speech caused a cold Gulf 
Stream of suspicion and disappointment to flow steadily Romeward. 
The spectacle of a Protestant premier of a two thirds Protestant country 
favoring a mission to the Vatican is one which would in any case have 
troubled Protestants, and in this case does not even please Roman Catho- 
lics. Then who does it please? Raemaekers knows. 

Alas for the days when we associated screens with "little French mil- 
liners"; what a Lady Teazle have we here! And what a school of some- 
thing worse than scandal holds its classes in the seminaries of war-poHtics ! 
Dr. Kuyper, "the snowy-breasted pearl" of the drawing, is, perhaps, 
guilty of hoping a thing he does not avow; of working for it; but at least 
even Raemaekers, a stern critic, admits that without being a villain (we 
know the mark Raemaekers sets on the brow of his villains) he may be 
still quite pleased with himself. But the two behind the screen are fur- 
tive, are anxious, are unable to enjoy even an act that should further 
their plans; they are pleased, but their pleasure is sicklied o'er with the 
pale cast of a thought which turns ever more eagerly to the future, and 

turns back ever more anxiously to the present. 

H. PEARL ADAM. 



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The Kaiser's Diplomacy 

THE true story of what happened in Montenegro, when the Aus- 
triansre ported that the country had submitted to superior force 
and accepted the domination of the Central Powers, and that 
it was abandoning the hopeless task of resisting their united strength, 
will perhaps be revealed in the future. At present it is unknown. Prob- 
ably it will turn out to have been a great personal disappointment to 
the Kaiser and another instance where his diplomacy failed. It would 
have been a triumph to induce Montenegro to submit peaceably, and 
to have King Nicholas accept the position of a chent king at Ber- 
hn. But the resistance of Montenegro was not wholly overcome. The 
king and the people who had fought for freedom with success against 
all the forces of Turkey and afterward of Austria during so many years 
could not submit to being deluded by the blandishments of Hadji Wilhelm. 
Here the artist shows Nicholas with his bag packed for the journey 
to France, and labelled "Lyon," turning away from the Kaiser, who 
looks toward him with seductive entreaty, and presses his hands in 
a gesture of petition. He is making a last attempt to induce the king 
to submit to fate and to himself; to come to Berhn, and to be received 
with royal honors and enrolled alongside the many princely famihes of 
Germany. 

The Kaiser set great store by success in this negotiation. It would 
have been the beginning, as he hoped, of the breaking up of the alUance 
among his foes. Even though it was only the small and poor Monte- 
negro that abandoned the AHied cause, still it was to be the first stage 
of a general break-up, which would have been hailed with triumph 
as the beginning of the end. The Kaiser wanted Nicholas badly, 
but Nicholas was not going alone to Berlin, and his last word is that 
"we will all come later." Raemaekers, with his unfailing confidence 
in a final victory, looked forward then, when the cause of the AHies 
seemed to be at its lowest ebb, to the victory of the future, and to the 
victorious entrance of the united AHies into Berlin. The artist judged 
by faith, and not by sight. He was not a mere calculator of chances, 
and an estimator of mihtary power; for those neutrals who judged on 
such principles were apparently all so profoundly impressed with the 
overwhelming mihtary strength of Germany, that their moral judg- 
ment was warped. Raemaekers had Hved too close to Germany to 
be ignorant of her enormous strength; but he judges as a prophet, who 
bears witness to the moral quahty of the world, despite of the appar- 
ent balance of probabilities. 

WILLIAM MITCHELL RAMSAY. 



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GERMANY'S practical attitude to small countries has always given 
the He to her expressed benevolence. Her proposal at the beginning 
of the war to locaHze conflict and leave Austria's sixty milhons to 
settle with the four milhons of Serbia will be remembered. Then, after 
solemn assurance that her neutrahty would be respected, "necessity"de- 
manded Germany's broken oaths and unspeakable outrage upon an inno- 
cent nation. It was merely a choice between Belgium and Switzerland; 
and convenience decided for Belgium. Abroad we have seen the treat- 
ment of uncivihzed races and observed with what thanksgiving the in- 
digenous peoples of West Africa, East Africa, and the Cameroons have 
welcomed Germany's downfall as the first step to restoration of liberty and 
recognition of human rights. Those fiends — Prince Arenberg, Carl Peters, 
Chancellor Leist — are not forgotten, nor the Herero massacres. 

Belgium has been sacrificed by the Cain of nations. He, who has 
talked most loudly about the rights of small kingdoms and his unbreak- 
able resolution to protect them against the threat of the mighty and the 
tyranny of the strong; he, who desired to be his brother's keeper, has 
Belgium murdered on her pyre. Within two days of the promise to leave 
her inviolate, she lay battered and bleeding under the club of the oath- 
breaker. But the smoke of the burning is beaten back into the assassin's 
eyes. Even from the tribal god of the Huns this sacrifice has won no 
smiles. 

It has been left for a Christian emperor in the twentieth century to 
emulate the neolith barely emancipated from brutedom, and set an 
example that the stone men of old might have hesitated to copy. 

We have so long grown accustomed to the spectacle of martyred Bel- 
gium, and are so familiar with the whole story of her rape and massacre 
by this royal savage of Prussia, that the grief is Hke to be deadened and 
the pang grown dull; but let no such narcotic drift over our spirits until 
the war is won. Not the onset of poison gas would be more fatal than 
any emotion of indiff'erence, or inchnation to accept the situation now 
achieved by treachery, falsehood, surprise, and villainy beyond example, 
as a basis whereon to build any sort of peace. Let the word be anathema 
while the Hun still sucks the blood of his sacrifice and while Belgium and 
Serbia fester at the touch of his feet; let none breathe it until the Allies 
alone, without enemy question or neutral interference, are in a position 
to impose a peace commensurate with their victory. 

EDEN PHILLPOTTS. 



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The Counter -Attack at 
Douaumont 

THE fortress of Verdun will stand forever, a bastion cut against 
the sky, and behind and above, like a flaming cresset, wifl burn 
Douaumont. 

Verdun in March of 1916 was the name of a fortress and a town; 
to-day it is no longer a name. It has become a word lifted among the 
star words common to all languages and all times. Valor, splendor, 
devotion, endurance, patriotism, — how grand are these words! Yet 
Verdun is the grandest of them all, for it includes them alL 

It is the word that France has flung to the world not from her fleshly 
lips, but from the lips of her souL 

To the cringing neutrals; to Swiss waiters, and Dutch hucksters and 
English sedition-mongers, and Irish hole-and-corner men, and Swedish 
marketmen. To the hordes of the Beast and the powers of darkness 
France has flung the Kght of that one burning word, just as the Spar- 
tans, four hundred and eighty years before the birth of Christ, flung 
to us the light of the word Thermopylee. 

The old heroic times seemed dead, littleness seemed everywhere, till 
the hght of this war showed the soul of man great as in the days of Al- 
exander. 

The counter-attack at Douaumont is but an incident, a crystaHized 
moment out of the endless battle on the Meuse. 

H. DE VERE STACPOOLE. 



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The Morning Paper 

THE Kaiser said "his heart bled" when the Allies raided Carls- 
ruhe from the air. The hemorrhage was not serious, but it had 
a value as tending to show that the heart was there. Or was it 
that the Alhes had performed the classic feat of drawing blood 
from a stone? It was more than his own airmen could do when they 
killed children and women in London and Paris. 

Perhaps some day a poet will arise who will be able to write for us the 
epic of the Morning Paper during this war. It used to he under doors 
till wanted, and then Father had it, and Mother didn't want it till after 
lunch, and George got it after Father, and Arthur must therefore buy an 
"evening" paper at the station where he caught the 9:19 to the City. 
And it reahy did n't matter much, after all, except that it was something 
to talk about, and the Other Side was taking the country to the dogs 
(a trip on which it has been entering any time these last five hundred 
years), and one must know the latest entries for the Thousand Guineas, 
anyway, and yesterday's goals. 

And now! "Has n't the paper come yet? Where 's the paper? Is 
there any news? What are We doing? Have the French advanced? 
What about Verdun? Why 's the paper late? How 's Russia this morn- 
ing? Read it out. Father, or else order a copy each!" The holy, classical, 
breakfast gloom of the British family is shattered by machine-gun fire 
of questions, of anxiety, of hope, of anguish, of pride, of horror, of hope 
again. Those folded sheets of printing, less clear than it used to be, on 
paper less good than it was, have even echpsed that domestic Mercury, 
the postman! Letters lie unopened till the news has been scanned. That 
alone represents a revolution in British family hfe, and the same thing 
obtains in all the AHied western countries. 

And what it represents is the change of focus in our minds. We are all 
living more or less intensely in an impersonal and selfless atmosphere, 
where what others are doing matters more than what our friends are 
doing, and where we are blatantly, flagrantly, despite afl our national 
traditions, sure of an Ideal. We can even talk about it! I beheve this 
cartoon by Raemaekers has a special appeal to the British for this reason; 
that the morning paper has come to mean so much to us, and now rouses 
in us such large, splendid feehngs, such a magnificence of pain, such a 
glory of anxiety, such a pride of suffering — has made possible to us ex- 
pression of so much which we thought it right and decent to hide in our 
hearts before — that this spectacle of the Kaiser and his dame gloating 
over innocent deaths has a force and a drive which the British are bound 
to recognize in a special degree. And the faces of the maniac and his senile 
wife, glowering at their "good news," cannot help but recafl to us Father's 
look when he read that we had taken La Boissefle, Mother's face when 
she heard that casualties were "comparatively" light. The paper is some- 
thing more than paper and ink nowadays. 

H. PEARL ADAM. 



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"And such a brave Zepp 
he was" 

Aestatem increpitans seram Zepyrosque morantes. 

Chiding the lateness of the summer still 
And "Zeppers" all too tardy for his will. 

THIS is rather the attitude we should have expected of the all- 
highest, whom, of course, the seasons ought to obey. It is hard 
on him that we should have had such a late summer, and that 
his "Zeppers" should have had to wait so long and, after all, 
done so little. 

For the "gentle Zeppers" from the east to-day, like those from the 
west of old, come with fair weather and serene skies. They may find 
an exceptional night in winter when "the moon is hid," for, like all 
evil-doers, "they love darkness rather than Hght," and "the night is 
still," but it is in the calm of summer and autumn that they look to 
make their best harvest and their boldest onslaughts. Equinoctial gales, 
sleet and snow do not suit them, so brave are they. They are not keen 
to face either the battle or the breeze, so brave are they. 

It would be unfair to deny bravery altogether to the Boches. They 
have shown it in their own "book of arithmetic" way on land, on sea, 
and in the air. (H)immelmann, as the Tommies of course called him, 
certainly showed himself "at 'ome in his native (h) element, as bold as a 
'awk," though brought down by a half-fledged eagle at the finish. But 
he was an aviator and took risks. The brave "Zepps" have not taken 
many; we do not blame them. There is no reason why they should, 
and every reason why they should not. They are dehcate and expensive 
birds to rear. When they are on the wing there are a good many "marks 
over," and when the anti-aircraft gun finds those "marks," light cur- 
rency though they be, they fall even faster than on the Exchange. 

Formidable, no doubt, the Zepps are. It is our good luck more than 
our good management that they have not done more damage. But 
brave, as bravery goes in this war, hardly that, so far. We should have 
expected the Kaiser to curse them and the weather, not to weep. Weep- 
ing? Kaisers and Kaiserins and Count Zeppehns should be made of 
sterner stuff. We do not hear that Herod and Herodias were seen 
weeping because the attack on Rachel cost them an assassin or two. 
Yet that is the picture Raemaekers gives us here, scathingly, sar- 
castically, graphic as ever. 

"They were brave." "They fought against odds unnumbered" (of 
women and children and men 10,000 feet below them). "They fell 
with their tails to the foe." Yes, the Zepps are very brave. They '11 
have to be braver still before they 're done! 

HERBERT WARREN. 

P.S. — This was written before September 2. Yes, they 'II have to 
take more risks, and they and their friends will have to be braver yet. 

H. W. 



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Flying Over Holland 

HOLLAND has acted a rather more than neutral part in this war. 
Cocoa and bacon, butter and potatoes, lard and oil, beef, fish, 
sugar, and rice — the amount she has eaten of these has been 
truly astounding. She has eaten so much and slept so soundly that 
she has not heard the Zeppehns flying over her, bound for England. 

Should aeroplanes fly over her, bound for Germany, would she wake 
up? 

She has also eaten rubber and dry-goods, and so many other indi- 
gestible things that if she does n't suffer from somnolence, for decency's 
sake and as a proof that she still belongs to the human family, she ought 
to pretend to suflFer from it — when the aeroplanes fly over her, bound for 
Germany. 

One wonders what her opinions are on this cartoon presented to her 
by her most illustrious son. 

H. DE VERE STACPOOLE. 



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"If they don 't increase 
their Army" 

WE were inclined at the beginning of this war to be a little un- 
reasonable in our demands on the sympathy of the neutral 
nations. This was particularly the case with Holland, whose 
geographical position with regard to Belgium and to ourselves is a most 
dehcate one. We did not always consider sufficiently what too lively 
an expression of opinion friendly to the AHies might cost the Dutch. 
They saw themselves, three years ago, watched through the peep-holes of 
their eastern frontier by a neighbor without pity, without scruple, and 
without decency. To have given the Germans an opportunity of attacking 
them unawares would have been to see the tuhps of Haarlem trampled 
into mud and the church-windows of Gouda smashed; to let the libraries 
of Leyden be pillaged and the art-treasures of The Hague be carried 
off to Berhn; to find the cathedral tower of Utrecht used as a target 
for cannon, and the canals of Amsterdam choked with the corpses of 
Dutch women and children. What Belgium has endured would be 
poured out in fourfold horror upon Holland. No wonder that the Dutch 
are prudent in their language, circumspect in their actions. 

Moreover, till the autumn of 19 14, Holland had cultivated a pacific 
spirit. She did not beheve in mihtary danger, and through the masses 
of the people there ran a kind of resentment against the army, as a body 
of men paid out of the taxes for doing nothing. In all this Holland 
was wittingly the opposite of her ferocious and gigantic neighbor. But 
all this is over now. Raemaekers shows us the sturdy Dutch soldier, 
with his back turned to wheedhng German whisperers, guarding the 
long eastern frontier beyond the Maas. Holland has been roused out 
of her opiate dream of non-resistance, and she vibrates with heroic 
echoes from Ypres and from Dixmude. She is fully aware that she is 
called upon to be the arbiter of her own destiny, and that she must 
meet force with force. Holland is safe so long as she prepares her own 
defense, for Germany never attacks unless she beheves herself to be 
sure of victory. She knows that the Dutch have "increased their army," 
and that the hour of "easy" and insolent conquest is over. 

EDMUND GOSSE. 



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Religion and Patriotism 

THIS horrible war that has been sprung upon us has taught the 
Empire many useful lessons. It has been a revelation in character 
value. In the long piping time of peace, before grim-visaged war 
broke in upon us, we were much too self-centered. Colonials and others 
returning from our overseas dominions to the "Old Country" did not 
hesitate to say how appalled they were by the wealth and how shocked 
they were by the uses to which it was being put in England. 

It seemed to them, coming home from the simple hfe to the lap of 
luxury, that men and women in England were Hving to pile up colossal 
wealth and to bask in the sunshine of newspaper notoriety. I might 
continue in this strain for pages more, but that is not my purpose. What 
I do want to say is that, as soon as the tocsin of war was heard across the 
silver sea, and the bugle-call of duty was sounded, these same club- 
loungers and society-loafers rolled up, rallying to the flag as though they 
had been born for nothing else. In the story of England's hfe only will 
the headline "Five Millions of Volunteers to the Colors" be read,, top- 
ping the chapter telling of this European war to our children's children. 

Not only have those on the highest rung of the social ladder responded 
to the King's call for service, but those on the lowest rung also — never 
was there such a fellowship in arms by land and on sea. 

But if England with her overseas peoples stands out in such fine relief 
against the dark war background, we must not forget that our Allies 
have shone out as conspicuously as ourselves as fighting patriots, resolved 
to do or die. 

Chaplains, too, have done fine work for country as well as for refigion. 

Conspicuous among all Churchmen rises the lithe, imposing, ascetic 

figure of His Eminence Cardinal Mercier. If ever there was a follower 

of the Good Shepherd, ready to lay down his Hfe for his sheep, it is the 

Cardinal Archbishop of Mahnes. "The Good Shepherd giveth his life 

for his sheep." Nothing could have pleased the Cardinal better than to 

have escaped the sights forced upon him by sacrificing his own life for his 

flock. But it was not to be; his life has been spared that all the world 

might find in this good shepherd its object lesson in true religion and in 

true patriotism. 

BERNARD VAUGHAN. 



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The Prisoners 



AMONG the suggestions for treating our German prisoners, the 
public has misunderstood that emanating from the Government. 
To utter the word "reprisals," when we know right well that the 
whole sense and tradition of this country would rise in rebelhon against 
any such system, is to speak in vain. Moreover, other and juster lines 
of action are within our reach. It has been suggested that we should 
treat our prisoners exactly as Germany treats hers; but since her system 
is beneath the accepted standards of humanity, and such as no civilized 
country could practise without loss of self-respect, that course remains 
unjustified. A worthier way would seem to be that those responsible 
for the crime are made to suffer, and that, instead of doing injustice 
now by punishing men not to blame for our enemy's cruelties, we exact 
justice after the war is ended and then look to it that all — chiefs and 
subordinates ahke — who have tortured and starved the Allied prisoners, 
in mihtary or internment camps, should be brought to pay the penalty 
for their cowardly villainies. That will he within our power; and did 
Germany clearly understand the intention, it is reasonable to hope she 
might take steps to save herself from the consequences of her brutahty. 
Moreover, the threat is no mere thunder, for though the country is still 
in ignorance, still buoyed by false news and fatuous communiques, those 
at the hehu know well enough the Central Empires are on a lee shore of 
ultimate defeat. 

With some truth these boys, spectacled students and stunted human 
failures swept into the net of France's prisoners, may echo their "all- 
highest" and say: "We did not want to do it." They, indeed, did not, 
and who can feel for them much more than pity? Such men are not 
even good cannon fodder; and no more striking comment on the passes 
to which Germany is coming in her efforts to fiH the faihng lines need 
be sought than in the material our prisoners often reveaL She has, 
indeed, many thousands more of the cream of her manhood to destroy 
before the end; but to offer such feeble stuff as this to the combustion 
of war cannot long delay the fmal need. 

Senor Gomez Garrillo, writing as a neutral in the "Gaulois," has told 
us how the British, though fully reahzing the hatred of the German 
people, do not echo it; for they see in their prisoners only unhappy 
men, to be treated with compassion and respect. That is not a spirit 
that will be found on the losing side of the World War. 

EDEN PHILLPOTTS. 



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Well, My Friend! 

THIS picture represents two men whom the accidents of diplomacy 
and intrigue have placed upon the thrones of two small nations of 
southeastern Europe. The peoples whom they respectively rule 
have every conceivable reason for desiring the triumph of that principle of 
international right for which the Allies stand in this war, and which is 
the only possible defense of small nationahties. They have also special 
obligations toward those who are to-day championing that principle, for 
the Bulgarians owe their liberation from Turkish tyranny primarily 
to Russia, while the Greeks owe the restoration of their national 
independence to that very combination of Great Britain, France and 
Russia which at Navarino nearly a century ago half-foreshadowed the 
present Great AIHance. 

But of these men one is an intriguer of mean origin, vile antecedents, 
and corruptly personal aims, while the other is the husband of a Hohen- 
zollern. Therefore, in the one case the intriguer sells his people to the 
enemy, while in the other the semi-German princeling deserts not only 
his natural alHes, but those to whom he is pledged by treaty. Of the 
Balkan States, Serbia alone is faithful to the cause of nationahty; and it is 
not unimportant to note that of these states Serbia alone possesses a 
native dynasty. It is to be hoped that after the war princes will no longer 
figure among the exports of the German Empire. 

CECIL CHESTERTON. 



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"How quiet it must be in the 

English harbors blockaded 

by our fleet" 

RAEMAEKERS has here selected two typical naval officers, and 
has placed them on the quay in Kiel Harbor, pacing along in 
sight of the water and some of the ships of the High Seas Fleet 
lying at anchor. 
The expressions on the two faces are worth careful study. On that 
of the taller and nearer man one has a cleverly caught and underlying 
indication of doubt. He seems to say: "Of course, we are blockading 
the British Fleet, which has taken shelter from our invincible warships 
in the Thames Estuary. And, of course, since the Battle of Jutland, 
we have swept the seas and wrested the trident from the grasp of Brit- 
ain. But . . . ." At the back of his mind is evidently at all events 
the germ of a question. "Why, if this be so, do our ships he at anchor, 
and our people go short of the imported necessities of hfe?" And in 
the mind of that type of man no amount of inspired press accounts 
of fictitious victories, and no thanks of the Kaiser and profusion in 
the decoration of "naval heroes," can lull to rest the suspicion that all 
is not as it should be. 

The second type depicted is a more common one in the German Navy. 
He carries his chin up, while his companion carries his down. He says: 
"Of course, we have driven the British Battle Fleet to its harbors, 
and, of course, we won a notable victory off Jutland, and, equally of 
course, when we bombarded Scarborough and other seaside pleasure 
resorts we actually destroyed immensely strong fortifications, and did 
enormous and material damage to military and naval bases." This 
type of man could beheve anything. And he does! He has assimilated 
greedily all the mental pabulum that is designed to teach that Germany 
cannot be beaten because she is Germany, and that the Germans are supe- 
rior to every other race. He swahowed it as greedily as a small boy, a col- 
legian, or a naval cadet, and it has become part of him. He neither 
can know, will know, nor wishes to know the truth. There is something 
pathetic as well as stupid in his bhndness and imperviousness to facts. 
He is of the type which will beheve Germany invincible long after she has 
been beaten. He is of the type that will prolong the war by continuing 
to celebrate phantom victories even when the fleets of the AHies are 
hammering at the gates of the Kiel CanaL In this cartoon Raemaekers' 
satire is gentler than its wont, but not less effective on that account. 

CLIVE HOLLAND. 



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The Brigands 



AH, No ! Not brigands ! Not pirates ! They belong to the good 
days of youth, the "Boys' Own Annual," Stevenson, Henty, Kings- 
ton, when there were words of pure magic that wrought spells. Is 
there a boy with soul so dead who never to himself hath said "Sallee 
Rovers," "High Barbary," "Masked Men on Maidenhead Thicket," "A 
Toby Man on a Black Horse," for the sheer pleasure of evoking the little 
shiver that goes with Romance? Has the deep villainy of Long John 
Silver anything in common with Tirpitz? Long John would never have 
allowed the right of Tirpitz to fly the Jolly Roger. Would Claude Duval 
have taken the Kaiser's hand? Never! 

The skull and crossbones have fallen on evil days, the black flag has 
had its sable purity rent and torn; no boy is going to stick his nose into 
a book about the Kaiser and Wilhe in future days, in order to snufl" up 
sensuously the very smefl of such a joHy good tale. Ah, these others 
were a merry company, and they swung very rightly on creaking gallows, 
or walked the plank into glittering foreign seas, for crimes which would 
show saintly white upon the Potsdam flag. They were bad men, but wit- 
less, too; they did such petty sins, imagined such smafl crimes. If they 
buflied a little boy, we thought them already damnable rascals! One 
little boy! Anybody could count him on their fingers; but we need the 
higher mathematics to compute the wrong of Potsdam. It is like weigh- 
ing Saturn, or measuring Lucifer; we must go outside our world to do 
either. 

Better the lonely gibbet on the heath than the stalled ox of Potsdam; 
let us walk the plank Hke the honest murderers we are, and go to the 
perdition that suits with our knaveries and cruelties and black crimes; 
but let us from creaking chain and blanched sea-sand enter a protest 
against having the Berlin brood fathered on us; nay, sirs, must even 
the good fat swine in his filth be compared with such as these? 

H. PEARL ADAM. 



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// Looks So in Serbia 

IT emphatically does not look so in Serbia. No artist dare portray 
the infamous truth of it. I have found something of that in the re- 
port of an inquiry conducted by Dr. Reiss, of the Lausanne Univer- 
sity, in such of the devastated districts as were not left in the actual 
occupation of the enemy. "Belgium was a mothers' meeting to it," as 
some phrase-maker put it. All that was worst in a nation, of whom a 
tolerant general opinion held that it was unfortunate rather than un- 
kindly, came out in that second version of the "punitive expedition" 
of which the first ended so ingloriously. 

It is an attribute of chivalry to respect courage, and of civilization 
to hold under control the passions that blaze up in the furnace of war. 
Austria has eternally forfeited her reputation for chivalry and culture. 
She has chosen to range herself with her allies: with the Germans of 
Aerschot, Termonde, Dixmude; with the Turks of the Armenian holo- 
causts; with that glorious squadron of Bulgarian cavalry that charged 
and sabred a square of defenseless prisoners. 

The first Austrian legions, underestimating their enemy, broke igno- 
miniously against the intrepid mountaineers. They came back in 
overwhelming force and wreaked their vengeance for their former defeat 
with a more than German frightfulness. 

One dare not take the responsibihty of referring readers to Dr. Reiss's 
book. Its cold precision, its scientific tabulation, its sickening photo- 
graphs, make up a nightmare horror which should be thrust upon no one 
who can avoid it. 

But if there be a recording angel 

JOSEPH THORP. 



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Victory by Imposture 

THE peacemaker, Ford, is sailing away in a boat, with the flag 
of the United States at the stern, leaving behind him the four 
Germanic Powers. On their afliance is inscribed: "Victory! 
Victory! Colossal victory !" ; but the afliance is only a Hfe-buoy, and the 
Powers are strugghng in the sea of fate, and are in imminent danger of 
drowning. They strive by loud words to maintain to the world their 
pretense of victory; but it is afl sham, and they know that their Hves 
are at stake. The whole fabric of the German afliance is to this artist 
a morafly gigantic imposture, and rests on an elaborate system for dup- 
ing the surrounding world. Austria, Bulgaria, and Turkey have enough 
to do to hold on to the flfe-buoy and save themselves from death. Turkey 
has a bad grip, and looks as if he could hardly cflng on. Bulgaria is, if 
possible, worse situated; Ferdinand holds with one hand and with his 
chin. The Emperor of Austria has his shoulder wefl over the flfe-saving 
buoy, but although the hold is good, his physical strength is faiflng. 
The Kaiser alone has a firm hold and plenty of strength left, but he has 
already been under water, for his helmet is dripping; and his cry for 
help is addressed to the retreating peacemaker. The boasting words 
inscribed on the afliance are addressed to the surrounding world, but 
the word that comes from his heart is a cry for peace. 

When this cartoon was pubhshed, Germany was apparently going 
on from victory to victory. Many people feared that the Prussian 
victory was assured, but Raemaekers never doubted. His confidence 
in the victory of truth and justice never failed for an instant. In his 
cartoons he sees, like a prophet or a poet, right into the heart of the 
great movements in history. It is not that he conveys the impression 
of mere bflnd, unreasoning confidence in the victory of any particular 
nation which he admires, or in which he befleves, or which he considers 
to be most wealthy and most capable of paying the expenses and sup- 
plying the "silver buflets" in unceasing abundance. His subflme as- 
surance is based on moral issues; he hates the cruel and the deceitful 
nation and man, because among other things they are an outrage on 
nature, a blotch disfiguring the fair face of the world, and he knows 
that a cause which is based on disregard of international obflgations, 
and buttressed by a poflcy of " frightfulness " and a general system of 
imposture and deception, must faiL The world of men wifl not endure 
it; the divine order of things has rejected it. He can no more doubt 
about the issue than could one of the old Hebrew prophets. He has 
seen, and he knows. 

WILLIAM MITCHELL RAMSAY. 



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Shell-Making 



SHELLS! Shells! In the name of the Prophet, shells! Shells for 
Britain and Belgium, for France and Russia and Italy, for Serbia 
and Roumania ! Shells, shells, and ever more shells! It is a cry 
with which we are famihar now, terribly famihar. We remember — 
though events crowd on so fast that we forget much — how a year or two 
ago it was yet more terrible, for it was a cry unanswered and unanswerable. 

Our little army — so little, but so great in heart — "our dauntless army, 
scattered and so small," sans machine-guns, sans howitzers, sans shells, 
sans masks, sans everything, still snatched for us, if not victory, yet 
time, time for everything. To-day it has grown from hundreds to 
thousands, and thousands to millions, and its munitions have grown 
faster still. What were Mr. Montagu's figures the other day? They were 
incredible. Britain's output of "heavy shell" has been multiplied 
ninety-jour, wellnigh one hundred, times. The tale of shells it took a 
whole weary year to make in 1914 can now be made in Jour days! 

How has it been brought about? Largely by the enthusiasm, the 
faith and fire, of one man and many women, — by Mr. Lloyd George and 
the workers who have ralhed to his call. 

This picture shows the process. It is a picture truly striking, graphic, 
beautiful, gladdening yet saddening. 

These countless, shapely, well-knit figures bending over their task 
eagerly, earnestly; the power-bands revolving, the lathes turning unceas- 
ingly, the tools biting, poHshing, finishing; creation in full swing! 

All the rare gifts of womanhood are here, but how strangely used ! What 
a pathetic paradox! It is women's privilege to be the mothers, the 
nurses, the ministers, the angels of Hfe. But these are mothers and 
angels of death. They know what they are doing. It is for their men, 
their babes, their honor, they transform themselves. All the woman's 
love and passion, her enthusiasm, her neat and dehcate hand, her do- 
cility are here, making, moulding these shining shells, multitudinous 
as their namesakes of the ocean; and hke them each is fashioned nicely to 
pattern, voluted, enamelled, burnished, with their strange knobs and 
grooves the product of long evoKition, exact and right, and then stacked 
gross by gross, and thousand by thousand, canned earthquakes, 
bottled death, to be broken and to break to-morrow in the storms and 
on the ridges of war. 

Dux Jemina Jacti! What work to-day is not woman's? 

Shells, shells, ever more shells! 

HERBERT WARREN, 



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Another Australian Success 

A LONDON snapshot in lighter mood and a pretty compliment to 
the Austrahans, who are cutting out Jack, Tommy, and even 
Sandy in bonnet and kilt, under the shadow of Nelson's hons. 
Well, none but the brave deserve the fair, and no one grudges them their 
success. 

But the picture may be read in a different sense. After all, whose is 
the success here? If there were one AustraHan and two girls, now, that 
would be something hke success. Too much success, indeed! He 
might say: "How happy could I be with either!" The girl does not 
say that; no girl ever does. She wants them both and apparently she 
has got them. The success is hers, and other girls will certainly grudge 
it to her, particularly, one fancies, those in Australia, who may have their 
own reasons for a quahfied approval of conquests in Trafalgar Square. 
So Britannia's sons may be cut out, but Britannia's daughter carries 
off the honors and redresses the balance. 

This snapshot, by the way, was evidently taken before London was 
laid in ruins by Zeppelins (see the Wolff Bureau and German papers 

passim). 

A. SHADWELL. 



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The Sea the Path of Victory 

THE Kaiser and the Prussian people doubtless encourage them- 
selves by remembering the tremendous struggle which Frederick, 
so-called the Great, waged against an almost overwhelming coali- 
tion of the neighboring peoples, but they carefully and intentionally 
forget that Prussia had as its ally throughout that desperate struggle of 
the Seven Years' War the power of England, which it hates. It dehber- 
ately forgets that the sea was always open then, that its friends could 
come and go, and that supphes of every kind could be brought in over 
a friendly "German Ocean." It has often been said that the Kaiser, 
when he fixed the date for the beginning of the war, had forgotten to 
take counsel with the naval command, but there seems no reason to 
doubt that at least he took counsel with Tirpitz, the responsible head of 
the navy. 

Tirpitz was not a man to be ignored, but neither was he a man whose 
opinion about naval strategy was to be trusted. He has shown him- 
self a typical German organizer, marvellously excellent in the building 
of a fleet of ships, but his ignorance of the real principles of naval war- 
fare and of naval power has proved itself to be colossal and truly Ger- 
manic. It would surprise no one if history should hereafter disclose 
that Tirpitz, through some quaint perversion of reasoning power, had 
come to the conclusion that the time for the war had arrived at the 
end of July, 19 14. The true principle of naval power manifests itself 
steadily in the course of history, and the artist in this cartoon expresses 
it through the figure of the hydraulic press, under which the Kaiser 
is being slowly crushed. Beneath the irresistible weight of its descent 
his sword is bending and useless; it will soon break. The figure of 
the hydrauHc press is more apt than the phrase which was apphed to 
the Russian armies at the beginning of the war by the Enghsh press. 
The "steam-roller" has proved itself a singularly unsuitable figure to 
express the strength of the Russian armies, for it is totally unHke the 
hghtning strategy of Brussilof or the enduring blows of the Grand Duke. 
To Raemaekers the hydraulic press becomes a sort of compendium 
of naval power; and a quaint resemblance to the turrets and protruding 
guns of a fleet of battleships is imparted by the artist to the upper parts 
of the engine. The sea is the friend of Britain. The sea expresses its 
friendship in many ways. It is the friend of the Netherlands to save 
that country from German invasion, and it is the instrument through 
which Great Britain crushes down the armies of Prussia. 

WILLIAM MITCHELL RAMSAY. 



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Balaam and his Ass 

WE know the story of the oracles of Balaam as narrated in 
chapters XXII and XXIII of "Numbers." Balaam is sent for 
by Balak, king of the Moabites, in order that he might curse the 
children of Israel whose invasion threatened Moab with dire peril. Ba- 
laam first refuses to journey to Balak; then, subsequently, he is induced 
to change his mind. Riding on his ass the prophet accompanies the 
princes of Moab, and on his way is confronted by the angel of the Lord. 
The ass, much wiser than his master, dares not pass. Balaam, who 
could not see the obstacle in the path, struck his ass three times. There- 
upon his eyes were opened, and the ass, speaking with the mouth of a 
man, rebuked the prophet for his senselessness and his brutahty. In 
the sequel, though Balaam meets with Balak, he is not permitted to 
curse; he can only bless the children of the Lord. 

This is the story which is in Raemaekers' mind in his spirited car- 
toon. Balaam is, of course, the German emperor; his ass is the long- 
suffering German people, forced by threats to advance over millions 
of strewn corpses and rotting skulls, and the angel in the path bears 
on its shield the words Justice, Liberty, Humanity. 

Unlike the prototype whom Raemaekers has selected, the German 
emperor refuses to recognize that his real opponent in the tremendous 
war is the civihzed conscience of mankind. But the German people 
is beginning to understand and reahze at what appalling cost it is being 
sent to the shambles. Perhaps in time the eyes of the Kaiser himself 
may be opened, and when that day of enlightenment comes he will 
discover that no amount of iron crosses or lying telegrams will induce 
the German fatherland to fight any longer against the ordinances of 
God. 

Far away on the horizon are to be observed the funeral crosses which 
reveal so eloquently the history of the war. For, indeed, the best and 
bravest youth of most of the nations of Europe is being sacrificed to 
suit the truculent ambition of a blind and reckless autocrat. 

W. L. COURTNEY. 



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A Genuine Dutchman 

EVER since the great poet, Willem Bilderdijk, more than a hundred 
years ago, finding the intellectual hfe of his country submerged in 
Teutonic sentimentahty, turned the German doves out of the temple 
of the Dutch Muses, Holland has followed the intellectual example of 
France more than that of any other country. The Dutch have a passion 
for individualism which carries them in a direction exactly opposite to 
the moral and artistic tyranny of Prussian Kultur, and gives a totally 
different coloring to their respect for mental distinction. But the in- 
sidious propaganda of BerHn had of late done fresh mischief, and when the 
war broke out a considerable portion of the Dutch clergy and a small but 
violently mihtant university clique of professors showed themselves sur- 
prisingly bitter against the Alhes, and particularly against France. There 
was a reflection of this in the ruling class, while the conduct of the Govern- 
ment, although perfectly correct in regard to the Entente Powers, was not 
considered by the mass of the Dutch people to protect the nation vigilantly 
enough against the coarse propaganda of Germany. 

In Raemaekers' cartoon we see this propaganda in action. A cor- 
pulent journahst, boche of the boches, fitted out with plenty of money 
and a suit of Dutch peasant clothes provided by Wilhelmstrasse, struts 
about in Holland, and being now "a genuine Dutchman," will start a 
newspaper in the German interest. But the real Dutch see through him 
and laugh at his pretensions. 

The fall of Mr. Trub, the eminent statesman whose sympathies were 
openly with the Allies, was considered in Germany to be a triumph for 
Teutonic intrigue in Holland. The success of Mr. Cort van der Linden 
seemed to confirm this impression. But the corpulent and bearded 
boche, in whom Raemaekers symboHzes the secret journahstic work of 
Germany in Holland, acted too insolently and went too far. He awakened 
the Vaderlandsche Chib, or Club of Patriots, which has been formed 
specifically to guard Dutch interests and to oppose with vigor the ad- 
vances of Germany. The response with which this association has been 
greeted in all parts of the country; the discomfiture of the "Toekomst," the 
newspaper mainly financed by our stout friend in the baggy breeches; 
and the sustained prosperity of the "Telegraaf," the patriotic journal which 
Germany attempted first to purchase and then to suppress, show that 
Holland can distinguish a travestied Prussian from "a genuine Dutch- 
man." 

EDMUND GOSSE. 



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Another Fictory for the Germans 

THERE is not much laughter in this war, but when Raemaekers 
chooses he can recall to us for a little while the hearty, king-fiHing 
delight of other days. And here we have it. A Kaiser so prayer- 
fully, passionately ridiculous, a Tirpitz so stupendously, monumentally 
coy, and a cause for rejoicing so very slender, must tickle even a hy- 
phenated sense of humor. Since the Battle of Jutland, of course, 
the joke is better stilL But even before that the German Navy was 
the one item in the German array which could legitimately be found 
amusing, rather than painful. 

Did not the Germans, bottled up in Kiel, announce that they were 
roving the seas looking for the British Navy, which at the same time, 
they said, was cowering in its East Coast harbors? And did not our 
official report of the Battle of the Bight begin with that sublimely un- 
selfconscious phrase, "Starting from a point near Hehgoland, a squad- 
ron of our fleet," etc., etc.? Look at Heligoland on the map, for every 
time one looks at it it is really farther from England and nearer Ger- 
many than one had remembered; farther from our East Coast havens, 
and nearer to that corked bottle of German fizz, the Kiel Canat. Those 
first six words are a naval victory in themselves. 

So we can enjoy with special zest the idea of the Kaiser, bold and 
noble baron, violating the modesty of village-maiden Tirpie with his 
ardent embraces, because slie has played Una so beautifully that even 

the lion did not know she was there! 

H. PEARL ADAM. 



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Submarine ''Bags" 

MOST of the horrors committed in civihzed societies are the work 
of men or women who loathe the things they do, but would 
rather do the thing they loathe than endure some other evil 
that seems intolerable. The wretched Crippen poisons his wife, not be- 
cause he hates her, or takes any pleasure in kilhng her, but because her 
continued existence makes the kind of life he wishes to lead impossible. 
But crime — and particularly murder — seems to have a fascination of its 
own. It is a truth preserved to us in the popular phrase, "tasting blood." 
Those who come under the spell grow into maniacs, fiends in human shape, 
who, having plotted their first murder to gain some end that seems 
irresistibly desirable, find an unexpected and terrible excitement in it, 
and go on to the second from an irresistible desire to taste that dreadful 
pleasure again. These men are the legendary figures of horror — Blue- 
beard of the nursery. Jack the Ripper of history. 

When Germany resolved to assault the civihzation of the centuries 
and conquer the western world before that world grew too strong to be 
conquered, having no other motive than to annex the territories and 
steal the wealth of neighboring nations who had done her no harm, she 
embarked upon a course of crime on so vast and appalHng a scale that 
she was doomed to exemphfy in her own monstrous person the whole 
psychology of crime. It is quite likely that the first murders committed 
in Belgium were done not for the love of killing, but with the excellent (?) 
military purpose of terrorizing a conquered population, and so lessening 
the necessity for a garrison to keep them in order. The first murders of 
English men, women, and children, perpetrated at the bombardment of 
Yarmouth, Scarborough, and Whitby, may have been intended merely 
as a demonstration that Germany could strike even at an island that was 
impregnable. The first use of the submarine against a merchant ship may 
have been made in the hope that a mere demonstration of frightfulness 
would save her from the necessity of repeating it, by frightening every 
trading ship off the sea. But indulgence in blood brought upon our 
enemy the cruellest of all punishments. It brought an insatiable appe- 
tite, until the kiHing of old men and boys, but particularly of women and 
small children, has become a thing necessary to the men that do it and 
to the nation that sends them on their mission of murder. 

ARTHUR POLLEN. 



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Within the Pincers 

RAEMAEKERS is a citizen of a small neutral nation, and it is a 
great part of his European significance that he has perceived that 
such nations cannot really remain neutral in an ultimate and 
spiritualsense in a conflict like the present one. Whether they shall remain 
neutral in a purely political sense is a matter for them and for them 
alone to decide; and the Allies — in marked contrast to the consistent 
policy of Prussia — have made many sacrifices in this war rather than 
violate justice by attempting to interfere with their liberty of decision. 
The fact remains that there is no small, free State in Europe which does 
not know that the victory of Prussia would be the end of its freedom. 
Were so abominable a conclusion to this war still thinkable, it is certain 
that the independent self-governing thing called Holland would exist 
no more. Her fate would, indeed, be ultimately worse than that of the 
martyred and ravaged Belgian nation; for she would not even be able 
to point to a heroic legend of resistance such as has always presaged the 
resurrection of murdered nationalities. She would simply be a part of 
the Prussian Empire. No Dutchman, with the memory of the great 
historic achievements of his race before his eyes, desires her to become 
that. 

Indeed, it is the whole condemnation of Prussia that no human being 
outside the limits of her direct control could possibly desire such a fate 
for his own people. Yet that is unquestionably the fate that would 
have befallen every free people in Europe had the conspiracy, so long 
matured by Prussia, and so nearly successful, accomplished what its 

promoters hoped. 

CECIL CHESTERTON. 



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German Poison 



Now 'S our chance; he 's asleep." Mr. Raemaekers is, it must 
be remembered, a Dutchman, and a certain percentage of his 
"picture sermons" is addressed especially to the "congregation 
of faithful Dutch people" and meant first and foremost to be under- 
stood, and taken to heart, by them. This is one. A German officer, 
whose spurs act as a sort of cloven hoof and betray his real character, is 
posing as a Dutch pastor, or Predikant. He wears the preacher's 
gown and the white bands of his sacred office, and holds before his face 
an elaborate and ingenious mask, representing the fat and fooHsh face, 
the snowy whiskers and innocent "goggles" of a pastor, surmounted 
by his professional tall hat, which it. will be noticed is only the front 
half of the "cy finder." The contrast of the real face behind the mask, 
with its grin of low cunning, is very clever. 

Armed with this disguise, he has crept up to a Dutch fisherman, a 
Vofiendammer or some one of this sort, in his fur cap, and broad-beamed 
breeches, peacefufiy sleeping on the shores of the Zuyder Zee, and, fike 
Hamlet's treacherous stepfather, "steafing upon his secure hour" pours 
into his ear from a phial the "leperous distifinent" of falsehood, which, 
if it is not to take his fife, is to poison his mind and whole being. 

For the Dutch, doubtless, there is some special afiusion, and perhaps 
the mask may suggest a portrait. But for all men everywhere the 
meaning is patent enough. Poison gas and poisoned wefis are not 
the only poisoned weapons the German has used against the Alfies — 
including our Dutch compatriots in Southwest Africa — or against 
neutrals the world over. The moral air we breathe, the wells of truth 
— he has sought to poison these also, and has not hesitated to enfist either 
the Cathofic priest or the Lutheran pastor in his sinister service. 

HERBERT WARREN. 



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87 



The Organization of Victory 
by Imposture 

THE professorial pedant who directs the internal administration 
of the Prussian autocracy has created a system which justly 
rouses the admiration of all who study the methods of clever- 
ness and ingenuity. The last ounce of food is weighed out, the last egg 
is counted and distributed, and the last pfennig is taken from the safe of 
the private individual for the use of the State and replaced by the paper 
of War Loans. It is an astonishing triumph of economy and skill, but 
to Raemaekers it is all imposture. Such achievements of mere clever- 
ness mean nothing to him; he knows that this is not the truth of the 
world, for he cannot hear in it any trace of the harmony and the divine 
music of the universe; and here he points the real fact that lies under 
and behind this whole pretentious sham. The very ham which hes 
on the table is merely wood, painted to look hke a ham, while the safe 
is labelled in Dutch with the words: "All is gold that glitters in here." 
The wisdom of experience struck out the proverb "AH is not gold 
that ghtters," but the official direction of the German Empire will have 
it that everything that ghtters in the German bureau is gold. The fu- 
ture will reveal whether that proverb or the new professorial dictum is 
correct. The Dutch artist has no doubt about it. 

The official who is now putting on his coat is going to button it over 
a great cushion of imposture, which will give him the appearance of 
good feeding and good condition of body. He has arranged his wares 
to deceive the people and to make them think that they have every- 
thing, when they have only the barest minimum. What more should 
they require? Everything that is needed, is at their disposal, whether 
it be food or wood. What more could they want? The world wants 
a good deal more, but the docile German is content — up to a certain point. 

WILLIAM MITCHELL RAMSAY. 




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Wittenberg 



THE "Black Hole of Calcutta" and the "Well of Cawnpore," those 
dark spots on the history of India, stand out in their blackness 
against fairly hght surroundings. Wittenberg, as dark in its way as 
either, scarcely stands out in the History of Brutahty which is the his- 
tory of the German conduct of the great war. 

The terrible thing about Germany is the fact that she seems to have 
taken out letters patent for vileness; that vileness has become her right 
and prerogative, and that the neutral nations have accepted the fact as 
a natural one. 

A very mean man, once he gets a reputation for meanness, can commit 
mean acts without raising much adverse comment. 

In the same way Germany, by a system of uniform brutahty, can 
commit "Wittenbergs" without creating any great excitement in the 
minds of neutral onlookers. 

If England were to starve her German prisoners and set dogs on them 
and thrash them, and force them to labor after the fashion of Germany, 
the howl of outraged neutrals would be heard through the two Americas 
and the Scandinavias. 

Germany does these things and worse, and there is no excitement over 
the business. It is the German method. 

But, thank God, the future of humanity is not in the hands of the 
neutrals, and the men whose part it will be to punish crimes will remember 
Wittenberg. If not, Raemaekers will remind them. 

H. DE VERE STACPOOLE. 



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91 



The Broken Alliance 

THE birth of Italy as a national unity was one of the great events 
of Europe, and nowhere was this struggle of a people toward 
freedom and a right to decide the future destiny of Italy more 
sympathetically encouraged, more warmly applauded, than in 
England. Then were laid and firmly set the foundations of friendship 
which were later to bring Italy and England into close and lasting aUi- 
ance. Italian freedom was, however, long hampered by the yoke of 
forced subservience to the Central European Powers. 

Germany, more positive in her pohcy than Great Britain, lost no time 
in riveting on Italy's wrists the fetters of financial, industrial, and com- 
mercial thraldom. Enghshmen, who could have prevented this, did nothing, 
and the new country, without developed resources, fell an easy prey to 
the barbarous German and the bullying Austrian. In this cartoon 
Raemaekers has succeeded in typifying the dominant feature of Aus- 
trian rule. The face of Austria is that of the bullying, brutal, and bestial 
police official, who sought to drive Italy as he has been accustomed 
to drive the unfortunate races which a series of cold-blooded and cal- 
culating international conferences and agreements have put under his 
heel. 

The German type, the bland Hun, we are familiar with; the Austrian 
is new. He stands, kourbash in hand, bafHed and snarhng at the thought 
of freedom — for to him freedom is anathema. It is true that 
nothing was more certain than that Italy would break her manacles. 
Strong in the virile force of a people sentient with national pur- 
pose and every day more truly finding themselves, no greater blow 
has been struck at the military despots of BerKn than the breaking free 
of Italy. The war has brought into being the real, new Italy — serious 
of purpose and ardent of aspiration— who till now has been unable to 
show herself, cramped and fettered by the medieval mihtary chains of 

Germany and Austria. 

ALFRED STEAD. 



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The Shower-Bath 

PRESIDENT WILSON lends himself to caricature and the art 
of the cartoonist almost as readily as does the Kaiser himself. We 
fancy that the war will be over ere the average British mind 
grasps either the magnitude of the task of the President of the United 
States or the underlying principles which have actuated him throughout. 

It has been the custom with many people (and this has been as marked 
in the United States as in Great Britain) to condemn the President 
for "kid glove" diplomacy, weakness, and indecision. And upon the 
surface one is bound to admit that there appear to be grounds for both 
criticism and disappointment. One would need to have the archives 
of the Foreign Office at one's disposal to form a just and perfectly in- 
formed judgment concerning President Wilson's "line of least resist- 
ance." 

Perhaps an American has put the matter as succinctly as anyone. 
"It needs a really strong man," he said, "to keep one's fingers out of a 
pie like the European War. A free people do not see another free peo- 
ple, and a weak nation at that, trampled, murdered, and destroyed, 
at least for the time being, by the greatest fighting machine in Europe 
without wanting to cut in. But I guess the best day's work America 
and Wilson have done for the Alhes has been to keep out of it. Some 
day you 'II see that we were cutting ice for you all the time." 

Time will perhaps make clear what some of us only suspect. 

Whatever shortcomings President Wilson may appear to us to have 
as an active champion of right and civilization against hideous wrong 
and barbarism, he is a past-master in the art of the diplomatic shower- 
bath, as the Kaiser and his unscrupulous minions in the United States 
have discovered more than once. Every attempt to lead him into 
hostile acts toward the Allies, every skilful diplomatic ruse which was 
engendered with the object of involving America in hostilities, has been 
quietly but effectively countered by the President. He appears to 
have had the chain of the shower-bath ever in his hand. And the verbal 
"douches" administered, though couched in the unemotional phrase- 
ology of diplomacy, have always been effective. The officials of the 
Wilhelmstrasse must have abandoned hope long ago. And, in the 
words of an American friend, "they must turn up their collars and get 
out umbrellas and prepare for some rain when a diplomatic note arrives 

from Wilson." 

CLIVE HOLLAND. 



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The Anniversary Bouquet 

THERE remain yet a few people who state that, in beginning this 
world war, Germany did not anticipate such slaughter as she 
has had to compass ; but these are the people who have not studied 
the apostle of war whom Raemaekers portrays as presenting this bouquet 
of babies' heads. This cartoon was first pubhshed in August, 1915, 
and was commemorative of the results of one year of war. It gamed 
in significance during the second year, for to Belgium must be added 
Serbia, scene of unspeakable crimes against the civiHan populace, and 
Armenia, of which the full horrors will never be told, since none of the 
victims remain to tell them. 

In these later days, when the whole world can see that Germany 
is fighting a losing fight, one might admire the grim way in which the 
victors are made to pay for every step of the path they have yet to tread; 
if their hands were clean one might call magnificent the dogged courage 
of the fighting men who resist our own. But the Hst of slaughtered 
women and children is too long, the violation of the laws of humanity 
is too complete. This grinning barbarian with his bouquet is the Ger- 
man that the world will remember, not those exceptions to his kind who, 
by humanity in the presence of wounded enemies, have made them- 
selves noteworthy — merely by their rarity. 

In the last phase of the war, that in which approaching defeat is plain- 
ly evident, the German fights well — and so does a rat when it is cor- 
nered. Raemaekers' symbol of the bouquet is not less to be kept in 
mind, nor would there be any hope of justice in the settlement if the 
victors, in generosity to a beaten foe, should forget it. 

E. CHARLES VIVIAN. 



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The Stranded Submarine 

THE circumstances of the incident depicted in this cartoon are well 
known. A British submarine was stranded, helpless, on the Danish 
coast. Its men were Hned up — as men once lined up on the Bir- 
kenhead — and stood at attention while German guns poured shell on 
them and their craft. Further, this happened in Danish territorial waters, 
where, by all the laws of humanity, and by the law of nations as well, the 
crew of the submarine were entitled to consider themselves immune. 
Had there been any respect for international law on the part of their 
aggressors, they would have been immune. 

Now, if one observes the faces of the two Germa,n naval officers 
in the cartoon, it is easy to understand why such outrages as this have 
come about. Raemaekers knows his German, and, whether he is por- 
traying officer or man, emperor or soldier, he takes care in each case to 
bring out the fact that the man represented belongs to a nation that 
has either lost, or has not yet found, a souL These two who stand above 
the guns are two of the world's materiahsts, men who understand only 
that the end must be accompHshed, no matter what the means may be. 
From their soulless philosophy has arisen not only incidents like 
these, but the manufacture of a German God, such as the speeches of 
the Kaiser describe. There has arisen, too, the denial of Western Chris- 
tianity altogether in a certain patronage of Islam, designed to placate 
Turkish opinion, a patronage that is inconsistent even with the worship of 
the German God. It is all means to the one end, world domination. Ger- 
many has set out to gain the whole world, and has lost what soul she 
had. Striving to set herself above the law, she has merely placed her- 
self outside the law, and for this her punishment is at hand. 

E. CHARLES VIVIAN. 



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Herod's Nightmare 

CERTAIN publications in neutral countries, notably in America, 
have given room in their pages during the course of the war 
to little sketches — obviously part of the German system of prop- 
aganda — designed to show that the Allied estimate of German barbar- 
ities is at the very least a huge exaggeration, and is possibly altogether 
fabricated. The term "undue sentimentality" is frequently used; 
travelers in the occupied territories are represented as seeing the in- 
habitants quite contented under German rule and surprised at the men- 
tion of atrocities. Their conquerors are quite good people, necessarily 
subjecting them to strict discipline, but in no way unjust. There may 
have been atrocities somewhere, at some time, but these travellers can- 
not get any rehable accounts of them. 

Many of the papers that pubhsh this sort of thing are probably quite 
ignorant of its source; others, of course, do so with full knowledge of 
the merits of the case and of the reason for its pubhcation. Evidence 
collected on oath from sufferers is ignored, and so cleverly are these 
little sketches done that one is inclined to believe the German is not so 
black as he has been painted. 

But not one of these sketches ever ventures near the subject of the 
Lusitania, the Arabic, the Scarborough bombardment, or Louvain — 
or any other of those horrors that are established beyond question in the 
minds of men. And wherever these German efforts at lulling the world's 
conscience by sophistries appear, there should this cartoon appear also, 
as a corrective. Throughout half the world these murdered children 
lie under earth and water, and to forget them in the day when Germany 
fears to add more to their number would be to share this modern Herod's 

infamy. 

E. CHARLES VIVIAN. 



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''My Beloved People" 

THE old emperor of Austria was said to have very vague ideas about 
the present war. According to one fairly well authenticated story, 
he sometimes fancied himself in 1866, and hoped that his troops 
were kilhng a great many of those infernal Prussians. But Ferdinand of 
Bulgaria is no imbecile. He is not a very able man, though certain 
journahsts have extolled his talents; he is merel}^ cunning and ambi- 
tious. His subjects do not love him. He is very extravagant, and 
preferred, even before the war, to spend some eight months of the year 
in other countries, where the opportunities for amusement are greater 
than at Sofia. He is also a great stickler for etiquette, which his subjects 
despise, and his court is a queer mixture of comphcated ceremony and 
bohemian hcense. 

The Bulgarians have always disliked him, and his policy in involving 
them in a war with Russia is not likely to stimulate their loyalty. We 
cannot wonder that he feels safer in a neutral country, such as Switzer- 
land. Bulgaria is a classic land of political assassination; every year 
several unpopular pohticians are "removed," and no one thinks much 
about it. Ferdinand's chances of dying in his bed are not favorable, 
unless he decides to say good-bye to his "beloved people." In that 
case, he may find distraction at Monte Carlo, which knows him well; 
and the sturdy peasants of Bulgaria, who have many good quahties, 
will be well rid of a knave. 

W. R. INGE, Dean of St. Paul's Cathedral. 



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On Their Way to Ferdun 

SOME time ago Louis Raemaekers drew a cartoon entitled "On Their 
Way to Calais," representing German corpses floating toward the 
sea. It will be remembered that the Belgians let water into 
their dykes and so flooded great tracts of the northern country. The 
inundation was one of the obstacles — added to the determination of the 
AUies — which balked the second great ambition of the Kaiser. If 
he failed in winning Paris, he thought that at least he might win Calais. 

The present picture portrays another of the German faihires. The 
road to Verdun is blocked not only by the gaflant resistance of the French, 
but by the heaps of German slain, amounting, we are told, to at least 
five hundred thousand men. In six months the enemy gained only 
a mile or so of country, and though the furious attacks continue, there 
is no reason for thinking they will be more successful than those which 
have broken down in the past. 

Why the Germans elected to make their desperate assault on Verdun 
is another matter. Probably many motives entered into the decision. 
The German higher staff" clearly underrated the fighting value of the 
French. After the much-advertised determination to smash the 
Russians on the Eastern frontier, and perhaps to press forward and cap- 
ture, Petrograd, it seemed necessary to gain some triumph in order to 
satisfy the wishes of Berlin and impress the Aflies with the invincible 
character of the Teuton hosts. Supposing the enemy succeeded in 
taking Verdun, it would at all events be a spectacular victory, even 
though the mihtary advantages might not be great. If the attack 
failed, at ah events it might succeed in one of its objects — to destroy 
the French morale. Therefore the Crown Prince, whose susceptibiHties 
were also to be considered, was set to work to destroy the French sahent, 
and he has sacrificed division after division to accompHsh his purpose. 

The Crown Prince has not obtained much distinction in the present 
war, and if the object was to crown him with laurels of victory, the 
result has been disastrous. To lose as many as five hundred thousand 
men, when the question of man-power is becoming serious for the Central 
Empires, is a reckless policy which could only be justified, if justified at 
ah, by a colossal success. As we know, in six months' fighting the po- 
sitions remained very much the same — attack and counter-attack, loss 
and gain, masses of Germans driven up to slaughter and the French 
still holding the much-coveted positions. Both east and west of the 
Meuse the story has been the same. 

Mr. Raemaekers' picture remains as true to the facts as ever it was. 
"On Their Way to Verdun" is a history of enormous massacre and 
little triumph for the Germans, to whom Verdun appeared originally 



an easy prey. 



W. L. COURTNEY. 



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105 



Bethmann-Hollweg's Peace Song 

ONE felt interested in the "Campaign for Honorable Peace," until it 
was learned that the propagandists designed to proceed on Herr Beth- 
mann-Hollweg's formula. But the map to which the German Chancellor 
referred has already altered since he offered it as a basis for negotiation, 
and before the German speakers have stumped the Fatherland it may happen that 
still deeper modifications will appear on the existent Hnes. The "honorable peace" 
at present in the minds of Prince Wedel and his committee bears a suspicious 
resemblance to a very respectable victory for Germany, and it is only the 
continued, carefully fostered ignorance of that country that can make the forth- 
coming campaign less ridiculous to the German man-in-the-street than it appears 
to ourselves. The Kaiser's sham door is still stuffed with high explosives, and 
Herr Bethmann-Hollweg's tears will help to water no olive branch. 

Consider the only possible conditions of peace that do not involve a treason- 
able attitude of mind in England and the Alhes, and then observe Germany's 
attitude to those conditions. 

We may reduce the vital points to three, with M. Gustave Herve; and in 
taking his terms, be it remembered that we speak with the Hps of a great man 
and a great pacifist. 

He recognizes the awful need to destroy the domination of the Central Powers 
and crush German militarism for the sake of his own ideals; and, that done, 
dreams of the only possible peace and sees it based on a triple foundation. The 
first and obvious need is that which the Union of Democratic Control and those 
who think in its terms seem unable to perceive as the most vital: a defeated 
Germany. Germany is the obstacle that mihtates against any sort of future 
safety for great or small States. It follows, therefore, that until we can impose 
our peace ideal upon her, no Allied peace worthy the name is possible; and since 
our terms must be profoundly distasteful to Germany and her first accomphce, 
it is vain to present them until her power to dechne them has been destroyed. 

Only from a vanquished Germany may the remaining vital conditions of peace 
follow. With her defeat she must be called upon to scrap the fatal poisons that 
led to her insanity, and take her daily food no more from the hands of war lords, 
hireling professors, and pubhcists. She must be cleansed, freed of her seven 
devils, and taught that the only sovereign power human progress can henceforth 
recognize is the sovereignty of a people's wilL For the fighting kingdoms know 
now at this bitter cost one eternal truth: that not nations, but their rulers will 
wars and make them. 

If ideals of internationahsm falter before this condition, and M. Herve's peace 
will increase the enthusiasm of nationality, his far-reaching view sees greater 
hopes beyond. For his third stipulation allows no subject peoples. He would 
have Europe found a practical and hving system of justice upon these ruins — a 
system sprung of honor and honesty, and based on international physical strength. 

From such a system federation must sooner or later spring, and the peace 
ideals of nationahst and internationalist ahke grow from dreams into reahties. 

The victory that can win such terms will in truth be "a victory of industry, 
commerce, the arts, and humanity." 

EDEN PHILLPOTTS. 



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A German "Victory"' 

ALTHOUGH this manifestation of the German spirit is new, and 
belongs to this war only, yet the spirit itself is as old as Prussian 
power. That spirit was evident in 1813, in the Napoleonic wars; 
it was evident in the campaign of Sadowa, and again in the Franco- 
German war of 1870, when the murder of women and children was proved 
to be the Prussian form of retahation for perfectly legitimate acts of war. 
This cartoon, which first appeared after one of the earlier Zeppelin raids 
on England, gives another result of the Prussian belief in terrorism as 
an aid to war; the result is new, but the policy behind it is old. 

Because that poKcy is old, and is a deep-rooted principle of Prussianism, 
any talk of "peace terms" is futile, and the "honorable peace" of which 
German deputies talk in their gatherings is an impossibility. There 
can be no terms for the nation that does these things, no bargaining 
with it, and the world that has wakened to the real nature of the thing 
which has attacked civilization will take care that the thing itself 
has no power to impose "terms" in the day when peace returns. 

It is worth noting that Germany alone among the nations has built 

Zeppelins, and worthy of note, too, that these machines have served 

no useful military purpose in the decisive actions of the war. Along the 

battle fronts they do not appear, for they are too fragile to be risked 

in purely military work. In the great naval battle of Jutland they 

served no useful purpose, and the war has proved them instruments of 

murder, safe only in darkness and undefended areas. And in saying 

that Germany alone has built them in fleets, one says that Germany 

alone has pinned faith to terrorism and a policy of murder, which is 

steadily winning its just reward. 

E. CHARLES VIVIAN. 



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109 



''Waiting" 



IMPERIAL utterances are, or were till lately, treated with great 
respect in Germany. What the "all-highest" says must surely be 

true. But a modern oracle, if he wishes to keep his credit, should avoid 
prediction. He may falsify the past and misread the present with 
impunity; but he will be wise to leave the future alone. The Kaiser 
has been imprudent. He began by telHng his troops to walk over the 
"contemptible httle British army," the finest and most experienced 
professional soldiers in the world; next he informed them that they 
would all be at home again "at the fall of the leaf," in 1914; then he 
hazarded the statement that Russia was done for, and the Allies 
generally at the end of their resources; and lastly the carefully pre- 
pared thrust, which, he declared, was to give France the coup de grace, 
has missed its aim. 

It is impolite to treat an emperor in this way; he is not used to it 
and does not hke it. It is the business of his subjects to see that his 
reign is a blaze of triumph. A breakdown after so many years of re- 
hearsals! It is really too bad; there must have been gross mismanage- 
ment somewhere. 

W. R. INGE, Dea7i oj St. Paul's Cathedral. 



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The Kaiser as a Diplomatist 

TO many people, and especially to all Germans, the attitude of 
the South African Boers in the Great War has been one of its 
most surprising features. It was not a surprise to Raemaekers, 
and here, in this cartoon, he states his reason, as the plain homely figure 
of the old President Kruger expresses it to General Christian de Wet, 
who took the wrong side. Kruger does not forget how the Kaiser led 
him on by telegrams and secret messages of sympathy, and after all, 
when the war broke out in South Africa, this same Kaiser made no at- 
tempt to implement his promises. Some time later all the world learned 
the facts from the Kaiser's own lips, when he boasted of having been 
the friend of the British and of having helped them during the South 
African War, by communicating to General Roberts a strategic plan 
for crushing the Dutch. There is certainly no reason to suppose that 
Roberts or Kitchener made any use of the Kaiser's plan, because they 
won the victory. If they had used the plan, the result would have been 
different. 

In this cartoon the Kaiser is the ingenious diplomatist once more. 
Though he deceived the Dutch formerly, he is now trying to induce 
them to join him against Britain; and he did succeed in perverting the 
judgment of de Wet. But the solid, homely sense of the Dutch came 
to the right conchision. The man who has once deliberately deceived 
a people is not likely to succeed in deceiving them a second time. 

WILLIAM MITCHELL RAMSAY. 



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113 



Hun Hypocrisy 



WHEN the history of this war is written with a sense of 
detachment which only time can give — written, moreover, 
by an impartial neutral, with the insight and intelligence of 
a Motley or a Hume — it will be interesting and instructive to read 
the chapters which deal with the conviction obsessing an entire nation 
that England for some mysterious purposes of her own brought about 
hostihties, and that Germany, very rehictantly, was forced to draw 
the sword in defense of the fatherland. No reasonable man can doubt 
that this conviction is sincere upon the part of a large majority of our 
enemies. From first-hand evidence it is equally indisputable that the 
few, the Court Party, for example, and certain writers, have frankly 
admitted the Teuton aims and ambitions, crystahized into the famous 
phrase — "Weltmacht oder Niedergang." The amazing thing — perhaps 
the most amazing fact of the war — is the moral Atlantic which heaves 
between the few who know and the many who do not. And the bridging 
of this illimitable ocean, the future enHghtenment of at least sixty mil- 
Hon persons, must be, for the moment, the problem which is perplexing 
and tormenting the minds of the Great General Staff. 

Sooner or later — sooner, possibly, than we think — the truth must out. 
What will happen then? Conjecture is simply paralyzed at the issues 
involved. Briefly, it comes to this: these sixty miflions have been hum- 
bugged to an extent unparalleled in history. During three years they 
have been gorged with hes, swallowed always with avidity and with 
increasing appetite. The creduHty of the ignorant may be taken for 
granted; in this case it is the creduKty of the wise, the so-called intel- 
lectuals of Germany, which clamors to Heaven for explanation. Are 
these schoolmasters, publicists, theologians, and scientists hypocrites? 
That is the question which our cartoonist puts to us here. That is the 
question which the impartial historian will be called upon to answer. 

Englishmen, with the rarest exceptions, have answered that question 
already. We beheve firmly that the informed Huns deliberately be- 
fooled their uninformed fellow-countrymen. The few were honest and 
sincere in the Jesuitical faith that the end, world dominion, justified 
the means. They scrapped ruthlessly all principles which stood between 
themselves and an insensate ambition. Had they won through to Paris 
and London, a nation drunk with victory would have acclaimed their 
poHcy. But they have not won through, and the reckoning has to be met. 

HORACE ANNESLEY VACHELL. 



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115 



The Prussian Guard 

THE German army has fought in this war with the Alhes in front 
of it and behind it the German press. 
Never has a war been accompanied by such ink-shed and such 
wholesale massacre of truth. The Allies have done their bit in this direc- 
tion, but their bit has been as a mole-hill to Everest compared with the 
work of the Central Powers. 

The fighting men resent it. They don't like to be told that their foe 
is a fool, even if they are getting the better of him. When they are get- 
ting the worse the statement is a more pecuHarly exasperating insult. 

They don't hke to be told that their victories are defeats, but they 
like even less to be told that their defeats are victories. In the one case 
they feel that the press men are fools, in the other they feel that the 
press men have made fools of them. 

There is a whole lot of common sense in human nature, even in German 
human nature, and an army hit in its common sense receives a blow. 

This is why, perhaps, Hindenburg has been issuing reports lately ap- 
proaching the truth. 

There is a lot of common sense in the old Marshal. 

H. DE VERE STACPOOLE. 



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Greek Treachery 

RAEMAEKERS is a keen prophetic politician as well as satirist, 
and not seldom his pencil has pointed to future events as yet 
unanticipated by our "sufficient for the day" diplomacy. 

One would have thought, however, that the tergiversation of the 
King of Greece had made it sufficiently clear no good thing could come 
out of his country while he continued to rule it. 

Yet justice must be done to him. To Serbia, indeed, he proved false, 
borrowing the "scrap of paper" doctrine from his masters; but to the 
Alhes he has preserved an unchanging front, and the logical action of 
those Powers who affirmed his throne should long ago have been to re- 
move him from it, when he proceeded to abuse the constitution and deprive 
Venizelos of the power the nation had put into that minister's hands. 
Hesitancy and delay have divided a Greece that was united when Veni- 
zelos fell, and the sleepless activity of Germany bears the present fruits — 
so poisonous for us. It passes the wit of the man-in-the-street to under- 
stand what secret influence permitted the deadlock; but it seems hard 
to believe that difficulties connected with Greece's future have not arisen 
in the councils of the Alhes. Soon the hand that is wilhng to wound, 
but afraid to strike, may be powerless to do so, for the situation develops 
very swiftly and the attitude of the French Admiral du Fournet has 
left no doubt of the Alhed determination. 

As we write, after needless bloodshed, Greece gives way, the fighting 
is at an end and her batteries of mountain guns are about to be surren- 
dered. We are told, also, that the refusal of the Government was not 
inspired by the King, but by the mihtary, who have formed a secret 
league with the reservists. 

The exasperating problem of Greece has delayed progress very seri- 
ously and, indeed, may be seen to have modified the whole course of the 
war in the Balkans; for had we enjoyed her confidence and insisted on 
the recognition of Venizelos from the first, the country must long since 
have become an ahy. With her aid, instead of the withdrawal from 
GaHipoh, there might have been recorded a triumphant campaign with 
radical results. 

But to cry over spilt milk is no business of the present. Concerning 
the modern Greek it may be written that "unstable as water, he shall 
not excel"; but we can yet hope that with our adequate recognition 
and support of the only Greek who counts, his power wifl triumph and 
his great spirit fortify a feeble people. His marvellous patience has been 
worthy of our utmost admiration, and those who would withhold abso- 
lute support from him at this critical juncture are certainly not the 
friends of Greece. That a country of such majestic tradition — a nation 
that has played her paramount part in the philosophy and art of the 
world — should be extinguished in this conflagration would not be the 
least of the tragedies our eyes may yet see; but the danger stifl exists, 
unless a sterner and more comprehensive attitude be taken to save Greece 
from herself and the ruler who is stifl permitted to occupy her throne. 

EDEN PHILLPOTTS, 



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119 



The World's Judgment Seat 

THE former German Chancellor was well known to be neither a Pan- 
German nor a lover of war. He did his best to propitiate the war 
party by the truculence of his harangues against England; but 
Reventlow and his friends were notoriously dissatisfied with him. He 
probably belongs to a large class of moderate-minded Germans who 
were brought over to the war party by appeals to their fears. The 
mihtarists dinned into their ears the ominous facts that Russia was 
reorganizing and increasing her army, and planning strategic railways; 
that France was doing the same; that everj^thing pointed to a concerted 
attack upon Germany, say in 191 7. "It is absohitely necessary," they 
said, "to strike now, before our enemies are ready." 

This large class probably included the emperor, and without its con- 
currence the war could hardly have been launched. It is natural for 
such men to protest that they had no aggressive designs, and that they 
only wished to protect themselves against attack. It may be true, as 
far as they are concerned; but it is not true of the soldiers who fright- 
ened them for their own ends. Behind the Chancellor, in this picture, 
hides a ruffian in uniform. 

It is also true that Germany has conducted the war in such a manner 
that that nation is really fighting with a rope round its neck. The 
moderate party would now welcome peace. But on what terms? These 
have been divulged; but the AHies do not seem to have thought them 
worth serious consideration. As long as the mihtary caste is the direc- 
tor of German pohcy it does not seem Hkely that any statesmanlike pro- 
posal will come from Berhn. Meanwhile, Justice holds the scales and 
waits in vain for some ofFer to make reparation for outrages unparalleled 
in civilized warfare. 

W. R. INGE. 



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The Kaiser's Cry for Peace 

A DROWNING man catches at straws. The Kaiser, when the 
rising waters threaten to overwhelm his bark, looks for salvation 
to the dove. 

At fairly regular intervals through the length of the war the German 
Chancellor, speaking in his master's name, has announced to an un- 
sympathetic world — to the western as well as to the eastern hemisphere 
— that Germany is ready, nay is longing, for peace — for peace on her 
own terms. None can doubt the sincerity of the declaration. Her 
powerful preparations have yielded her, in the field and on the sea, suc- 
cesses of a kind, but they are successes which decide nothing. Her re- 
iterated pleas for peace acknowledge that only the voluntary withdrawal 
of her foes from the fray can assure her a final triumph. The Kaiser and 
his friends profess from time to time that they are weary of war's brutaU- 
ties and are eager to enjoy its spoils unmolested. The fatuous cry rings 
very hollow in the ears of the Allies and neutral peoples afike, and humanity 
outside Germany and her impotent kinsfolk in America marvel at the 
Kaiser's and his Chancellor's waste of breath. 

Mr. Raemaekers' cartoon supplies the key to the situation. The tide, 
despite all local and temporary appearances to the contrary, is running 
against the Kaiser. His men and money are dwindling. Foolhardy 
exploits, which speciously look Hke victories, are straining his resources 
to the breaking point. The waves are bufiFeting him, and unless the dove, 
which he releases from his hand, brings back to him tidings of a falHng 
flood — tidings beyond all rational hope, his doom is sure. 

SIDNEY LEE. 



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Tit for Tat 



THIS cartoon illustrates what is, perhaps, the fundamental principle 
which governs Kultur. The "Will to Conquer" has become such 
an obsession that it defies not only law, but also those instinctive 
and primitive compromises upon which law establishes itself. The 
Huns ays: "I hold you to your obhgations; I scrap mine." A Hun can 
sell munitions to belligerents. During the Boer War they supphed England 
with anything she wanted. But it is monstrous, according to the Hun 
code, that Uncle Sam should munition the Allies. The Huns starved the 
women and children of France. But it is abominable that Hun women 
and children should be starved by England. One could cite a score of 
such instances. Raemaekers remembers the treatment accorded by the 
"All Highest" to Oom Paul. So does everybody — except, apparently, the 
"All Highest" himself. He and his expected the cordial cooperation of 
the South Africans whom they had flouted and abandoned. 

To what can we attribute this singular expectation? 

The answer may be found by the psychologist who has imagination 
enough to Prussianize himself, and to look, panoramically, at the world 
from the Prussian viewpoint. Prussia still beheves in Weltmacht. A 
Prussian is self-constituted a superman. So convinced is he of world 
victory that he is amazed and exasperated with those — be they weak or 
powerful — who dare to question his future supremacy. That supremacy, 
as he admits candidly, must be estabHshed by force. He proposes to 
rule by fear. He is confounded when he discovers that there are men 
and women who do not fear him. In this cartoon Kruger puts a question 
which it may be instructive to attempt to answer. 

Kruger: "You want my people to help you now, and yet when I 
came to ask you for help you chased me from your door like a dog." 

Kaiser: "Quite true. I had forgotten your little affair, which was 
essentially neghgible then as now. Had I helped you, I might have 
embroiled myself with a Great Power with whom I was not ready to 
fight. To-day, I am ready. Behold in me, my friend, a World-Con- 
queror! I give you my All-Highest word that I shall win. What pains 
and perplexes me is that you don't back a certain winner. Hoch dem 
Kaiser!" 

That, in fine, is the Prussian point of view. Woe to those who do not 
reahze that it "pays" to bow down before the juggernaut of might! 

But there must be moments, ever-recurring moments, when the "All- 
Highest" mutters to his august self: "What will become of ME if I 
don't win?" 

And at such moments he may recall the vast and pathetic figure of 
Oom Paul, whom he chased from his door hke a dog. 

HORACE ANNESLEY VACHELL. 



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125 



Forced Labor in Germany 

ENGLAND has always had the credit for hypocrisy. The historic 
commonplace, not wholly undeserved, was this, that with the 
advantages of Puritanism, we developed its odious features and, 
from the Commonwealth, began to thank God we were not as other 
men. The spirit then created proved anathema to the Latin nations, 
and their accusation, founded on truth, stuck to us. 

But civihzation may cede the distinction to Germany henceforth, for 
never until now has self-interest been practised and enforced under the 
name of God as by the fatherland. Their archaic deity is invoked 
daily, from the Kaiser to the last poor boy, whose bloodstained pocket- 
book is found upon his corpse, with penciled prayer that the cup may 
be taken from him. 

Few things have more illuminated the spirit that actuates Germany's 
higher command than the answer to America's Note on the subject of 
the Belgian and French deportations. 

America, as might have been expected, was pecuharly sensitive before 
a return to the principle of slavery. None has known and felt the mean- 
ing of that awful word; none has fought to expunge the fact from civihza- 
tion as she did. But her Note met the fate of all her Notes. She was 
told that Germany, and not America, is Belgium's true friend and 
that an all-wise and prevenient Government has torn out the remain- 
ing adult population of conquered territory into the bosom of the father- 
land — for its own sake. Such transparent insults to the intelligence 
of a great nation were flung at America for two years; but one must 
rejoice that the day of reckoning has come. 

Meantime the raided Belgians, of whom a hundred thousand have been 
swept into Germany, are working at the point of the bayonet for their 
conquerors, and this drawing is no cartoon, but a simple transcript of 
truth repeated in a thousand of the enemy's munition factories to-daj^ 
The German lathe-worker joins the army, and his place is taken by the 
father of those he goes to slay. 

And neutral nations still listen patiently, while this people proclaims 

itself the "Chosen of the High God." 

EDEN PHILLPOTTS. 



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The Fall of the Child-Slayer 

THIS is an artist's fanciful version of the headlong fall of one of 
those inflated monsters on which the enemy had set such high 
hopes. Well, we have been inconvenienced not a little by them in 
our goings and comings by night, and no one need pretend that he Hkes 
bombs being dropped on his or his children's heads out of a midnight 
sky. But in the old glorious volunteering days we never had such a 
recruiting sergeant, so that the mihtary value of the Zeppehn need not 
be denied. 

Apart from this manifest effect, there has transpired in this whole 
business little to disturb the verdict of our optimists that there was 
nothing to worry about. They venture only under cover of a darkness 
which prevents them hitting what they dimly see from their once safe 
heights, which is little, or seeing what they hit, which is much — England 
being a biggish mark. 

And advertising their presence as burglars who knock over coal- 
scuttles, a boy in an aeroplane flies over them and their miles of alu- 
minium and acres of silk make a Brock's benefit for an awakened city 
to cheer. We should cheer less, thinking with some pity of the im- 
prisoned crews, if the affair were conceived with less reckless vagueness, 
without such disproportion between aim and result. A blind ape with 
a ton of high explosives could do a good deal of damage in a city with 
ordiiiary luck. 

But Raemaekers sees this in symbol: "a vulnerable gasbag," he seems 
to say, "flaming, spectacular always, to destruction." 

JOSEPH THORP. 



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The Climber 



FRITZ, apart irom the blood with which he stained every rung of 
his two ladders, climbed well, as these things go; unfortunately 
for him, he was not careful at the outset to see that his ladders 
were solidly based. Not only did he base them both in bad diplomacy, 
but he added to these bases a lack of understanding of the temper of the 
nations whom he opposed, and then again he added a scrupulous dis- 
regard for what are generally termed the humanities. He viewed man- 
kind as subservient to the machinery that mankind should control, 
whether it be machinery of governm.ent, of war, of trade, or of thought 
and philosophy. Organization was of more moment to him than the 
spirit that should control organization, and for that he will pay the 
penalty. 

One may observe, with a second glance at this cartoon, that though 
Fritz has reached very nearly to the tops of his two ladders, yet he will 
never get beyond the last rungs, even if he steadies himself and his sup- 
ports sufficiently to get on to those rungs. For over his head there 
outthrusts a ledge. Could he surmount it, he might overlook the world, 
and one may call that ledge the universal conscience, which the artist 
has pictured elsewhere in different form. It is the last obstacle, and it 
is insurmountable. With his crimes and cruelties, it is unthinkable that 
Fritz should ever finish his cfimb, for the conscience of the world will 
not permit it. 

And yet another point that the cartoon suggests. This climber, the 
typical German, is not the stuff of which successful climbers are made. 
Muscle is there, and a certain amount of brain, but success in an enterprise 
of such magnitude demands a soul, and for sign of that one may look in 

vain. 

E. CHARLES VIVIAN. 



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Culture at Wittenberg 

ECCE Homo! 
In the hideous record of what took place at Wittenberg, the 
fact which to me, personally, stands out in grotesque salience is the 
cowardice of the Hun doctors, who fled, incontinent, from the ravages 
of the pestilence which their negligence had provoked. In England, 
before the war, Hun doctors were exalted above our own. That we 
owe much to their indefatigable patience and research cannot be denied. 
To behttle their achievements, especially in bacteriology, would be 
fatuous. And it would be as fatuous to indict the courage of the many 
because we hold indisputable evidence of the cowardice of the few. 
Nevertheless, the facts of Wittenberg remain, an indelible stain upon 
the Herren Professoren, and Raemaekers, in this cartoon, indicates 
unerringly the cause which brought about so ignominious a retreat. 

They had turned their faces from that ineffable Face which looks 
down in sorrow and pity upon the sufferings of Mankind. 

However we may regard that Face, whether as a precious symbol of 
the Love which redeemed the world or as a Real and Divine Presence, 
this much is certain. What It stands for in the history of civihzation 
cannot be ignored. It sustained the early martyrs and countless myriads 
since during bitter hours of suffering and torment; It has illumined all 
battlefieids; It shines most steadfastly in storm and stress; It loses its 
incomparable splendor only in the sunshine of a too smug prosperity. 

The doctors of Wittenberg may have ghmpsed It, and ghmpsing It 
reviled It! Even to them that Face, divested by them of divine at- 
tributes, must possess a material significance, inasmuch as none can 
escape sorrow and pain. The cartoonist portrays the "All-Highest" hiding 
behind the colossal image of Culture, the culture which has sprung 
to life at his touch, the machine which has mastered its monarch, the 
machine which defies God! 

- Cowering behind that machine, aghast at the power he is unable to 
control, we may leave the "All-Highest," who boasts that he is God's 
vice-regent upon earth. 

Culture at Wittenberg! 

Culture bolting from Wittenberg! 

Perhaps Raemaekers will give us a cartoon showing the back of Cul- 
ture. We behold her in this cartoon crowned: we should hke to see her 

uncrowned. 

HORACE ANNESLEY VACHELL. 



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The ''Civilians" 

HERE, with a vengeance, is majesty shorn of its externals. Al- 
though in this cartoon we get Raemaekers in hghter vein, yet 
the irony and force of the artist are as fully expressed as in those 
grimmer studies from which he who runs may read the fate of Belgium, 
of Serbia, and of the many non-combatants who have found death at 
sea through Germany's mad dream of conquest. 

The elder Willie, obviously, does not like the set of his coat, after the 
glory of his many uniforms; the younger Willie, apparently, has finished 
his trying on, and from his expression the result is as much as he could 
expect, and no more. In both there is that suggestion of posturing, of 
playing to the gallery and being determined that the clothes shall be 
suited to the part, for which WiHiam HohenzoIIern was noted before 
ever this war showed him as the most infamous ruler of modern time. 

There is a certain bitter correctness in Raemaekers' estimate of these 
exalted personages. Shorn of their uniforms, posturing before a mirror 
in a shghtly Parisian (using the adjective in the pre-war, foppish sense) 
garb, they show as very little men — rather contemptible, in fact, as, of 
course, they are. For it is open to any man to dream of ruhng the world, 
and of setting nations by the throat for the sake of an ambition that 
civihzation cannot tolerate; it is open to any head of a government to 
set the machinery in motion which might gratify that ambition — but it is 
open only to a man, in the very best of that one syllable, to bring his 
ambition to fruition, and even then only by strict adherence to natural 
law. And these two, posturing as Raemaekers makes them posture here, 
have ignored law; they had the wit to dream, but not the brain to make 
reahty of dream, nor the moral sense through which they might have 
made the world acknowledge the dream as worth while translating into 
actuahties. Probably, if they were set in a St. Helena of to-day, they would 
fold their arms and try on cocked hats, as once they tried on uniforms. But 
though the clothes declare the man, they cannot make of him other than 
he is, and these two are mere posturers, whatever may be their attitudes. 

E. CHARLES VIVIAN. 



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Two Peals of Thunder 

HERE the artist has depicted the Kaiser as a modern Ajax, not 
defying the Hghtning but afraid of it. The arch Hun sees the 
neutral Powers one by one abandoning their neutrality and enter- 
ing the Hsts against him and his gospel of force and world-power for Ger- 
many. Italy, after slow progress and positive and seemingly disastrous 
set-backs, has emerged to the fullness of a success which has proved in- 
vahiable to her Allies as a whole. In Rumania's dark hour there is yet 
a gleam of hope and the indications of a dawn which shall see her tri- 
umphant and reaping where she has sown, and ultimately honored among 
the nations for the part she has determined to play in the struggle for 
freedom and for international integrity. The reward of high courage 
and faith is often not at the moment, but is none the less certain for all 
that. Truly the keenest of all edges is upon the sword drawn in the 
cause of freedom. Rumania has drawn that sword, and it will not be 
sheathed until freedom from tyranny has been won, not alone for her 
but for the nations of Europe as a whole. 

CLIVE HOLLAND. 



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A Universal Conscience 

NOTHING should have more utterly "staggered humanity" in the 
conduct and prosecution of a war that has been from first to last 
an exhibition of Hunnish ferocity than the elasticity of the Hun 
"conscience." The Prussian, indeed, seems to have assembled in his 
person all the most ignoble quahties of the untutored savage, and the 
most despicable vices of the poHtical and moral Chadband and Stiggins 
of common quotation. Deeds which should have served to bring the 
whole neutral world actively upon the side of the Allies, which should 
have called forth protests that could not be misunderstood by the of- 
fenders, have been made even more revolting and unforgivable by reason 
of the horrible association by the Kaiser and his myrmidons of the 
Divine Being with them. 

"Gott mit Uns" has not merely been adopted as a motto by a people 
who have been guilty of atrocities which rank with those of Nero and 
Attila, but has been used as a cloak for deeds of diabohsm which have 
caused a shudder to run through the civihzed world. And in this car- 
toon the artist has sought to depict an outraged conscience pointing 
the fmger of accusation at the world which has looked on, contenting 
itself with mild protests. Grasped in the hand of this accusing figure 
is the Hun; a dripping dagger, which has been used to assassinate inno- 
cent women, children, and civilians is in one hand, and a bomb containing 
poison gas in the other. A Hun with his favorite motto inscribed upon 
his belt. Surely a sight to make angels weep, and the Recording Angel 
to seek to veil her face. 

The Hun at bay has added to the list of crimes to be ultimately laid at 
his door that of slave-raider. And the tears of women and girls, and the 
blood of the men who resisted the slave-raiders, cry aloud to Heaven 
from the stricken land of Belgium and the conquered Provinces of France. 

And the slave-raider's cry is, "Gott mit Uns," accompanied by the 
crack of rifle, the agonized cry of mothers and daughters separated from 
their men folk, and the wail of httle children left to starve and die. 

There is an old saying, " Whom the gods wish to destroy thej^ 
first make mad." That madness, productive of diabohcal wickedness, is 
eating into the very brain and vitals of Germany. And like a mad dog 
she must, in the persons of her responsible leaders, be destroyed utterly. 

CLIVE HOLLAND. 



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Joan of Arc and St. George 

NOT only those who are fighting the battle of tyranny and defending 
force against the arms of civilization have failed to see this dazzling 
white hght in which they stand. Many who now support the 
Central Kingdoms, to the extent of desiring an indecisive peace, are 
similarly bhnd to the pure ray which bathes these allegorical figures. The 
foulness of the shadowed protagonists comes from within. It belongs 
to their spirits; and yet those who desire peace can survey facts and, 
in the name of righteousness, wish that no humility or indignity should 
fall upon them. The hearts of men are being searched out and by their 
deeds shall men be judged. Vain, then, to beg that Germany be not 
thrust beyond the pale of nations, for who put her there? Vain to pray 
that no humiliation or indignity fall to her lot when peace returns, for 
who have brought them upon her? She has outraged herself and stands 
humihated before her own conscience. "Let no wound fall upon her 
inviolate land," cry the peacemakers. As well might they pray that a 
man shall escape the harvest he has sown. Not Belgium, not Serbia, 
not Armenia stream with innocent blood and lie polluted under the 
filthiness of these premeditated crimes; but Germany, Austria, Turkey 
reek to the hearts of their capitals. Their kingdoms are defiled, their 
streets shadowed and stained by their own abominations; the unnum- 
bered ghosts of murdered women and children haunt their homes. 

Let us hear no more cant that Germany is a great and noble nation, 
that the Turk is an honorable, clean fighter and a good friend. We 
cannot see one or other of them for the blood and tears of their defense- 
less victims; nor do we desire to see them, nor breathe the same air with 
them. until the lustral waters have washed and the cleansing fires have 
purged. We must know with whom we are called to make peace before 
the word can touch our lips; for shall honest kingdoms be ordered 
to treat with this horned murderer, or the leprous reptile crawling away 
from the light into familiar darkness? Let the defeated nations cast 
out the devils that have led them into their present degradation before 
they dare to call upon the sacred name of Peace. 

A distinguished Academician, Mr. Nicholas Butler, President of Co- 
lumbia University, has very effectively voiced the situation in a recent 
utterance. He holds that "no greater opportunity for an act of con- 
structive and far-reaching statesmanship has ever presented itself in 
modern history than that now presented to the Governments of the 
AIHed Powers." 

May we be found equal to this tremendous task when the way to 
humanity's triumph has been flung open by the spirits of Joan of Arc 
and St. George, who typify our united arms. 

EDEN PHILLPOTTS. 



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The Bringers of Happiness 

WE will bring happiness to the conquered country after the 
war." 
Pomposity, ponderosity, machine-like movement, ruthless, 
cold, and calculating logic, which sticks at nothing, not even the lowest 
of low cunning, want of sense of humor, the absence of anything like 
sportsmanship or chivalry — these are quahties which the average Eng- 
Hshman does not admire, and finds it difficult even to understand. He 
cannot help reading his own characteristics, which are for good and 
bad so different, into other men and creatures. He cannot understand 
their entire absence, and it is difficult for him to befieve that men so 
differently constituted can exist. 

Mr. Raemaekers wants to make us reafize the fact, to present it em- 
bodied. The legitimate emphasis of his caricature has this for its object. 

Ponderous, pompous, pachydermatous, self-satisfied, fat, successful 
and comfortable; but without feefing for the comfort of others. We 
have here the type of German mifitary domination. Submit to Ger- 
many and you will be happy, in the German way, which is the best way, 
because it is German. If you don't Hke that, you must lump it. That 
is the message of this speaking likeness. 

HERBERT WARREN. 



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The Old Poilu 



OF all Raemaekers' cartoons this is the one that pleases me most. 
It is the French Army. 
The Grand Army that tramped away into the night after the 
bugles of 1 812-15 left behind it more than a sentiment and a story. It 
was the spirit of that army that broke the Germans at the Marne and held 
them at Verdun, and it is the same spirit that is holding them now on 
the Somme. 

Here is the fighting face of France, recalhng the baggage carts of the 
Beresina no less than the guns of Austerlitz. The old soldier of the 
Emperor, the old soldier of the Republic. Cambronne no less than 
JofFre. It is the face that has seen the snows of Russia and the sunHght 
on the Pyramids, victory and defeat, the heights and the depths, and 
always, across all and through all, the fair land of France. 
The secret is in the eyes. Look at them! 

H. DE VERE STACPOOLE. 



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Humanity Torpedoed 

THAT really is the essence of the matter, the summing up of the 
World War in an illuminating phrase. The Machine versus the Man! 
Before the outbreak of war, in those far-off days when we talked 
so ghbly of human progress and civihzation, the machinery which 
controlled and coordinated Hfe seemed to be a bigger thing than hfe 
itself. The Machine in poUtics, in our myriad industries, in our moments 
of relaxation was scrapping men relentlessly ._ The very fev^ perceived 
this and protested vigorously, but quite in vain. Even in rehgion, using 
the word in its highest sense, the Machine held human souls in its grip 
and ground them out to an approved pattern. 

Was the war inflicted upon a generation of fools to teach them wisdom? 
It may well be so. 

Et propter vitam vivendi perdere causas! 

Juvenal's well-worn tag echoes down the centuries. We ask ourselves 
once more the eternal question: What makes hfe worth the hving? 
None of us, to-day, dares to answer that question hghtly, but all — even 
our enemies in the field — know by bitterest experience that Man is 
greater than the Machine, that he soars high above it and may be crushed 
but not killed by it. Humanity may be torpedoed, but it remains 
immortaL 

Our beloved dead still Hve. 

And what message do they send us? 

Surely the gospel of kindness, which has always triumphed gloriously 
over cruelty. Indeed, the supreme lesson of the war would appear to 
be this, and this only: that kindness is the supreme virtue and cruelty 
the supreme vice. 

If our enemies could be made to realize so fundamental a truth, if 
the men who control the destinies of the Allies could make it plain to 
the Central Powers that we are fighting against_ the Machine in life and 
not against men, the Dove of Peace might begin to preen its wings for 
flight. 

Humanity has been torpedoed, but we look for its resurrection. Petard 
must be hoisted by petard; that, for the moment, is inevitable. _ A 
patched-up peace is unthinkable. Such a conclusion, most happily, 
has become almost universal. 

And afterward? 

If the hopes and aspirations of to-day bear fruit to-morrow, may we 
not envisage a brighter future during these dark hours? 

To think otherwise, to maintain, with whatever specious argument, 
that Force must dominate mankind, is not merely a negation of Chris- 
tianity, but a negation of Humanity. Such is the creed of the Hun. 
By it he has been judged and found wanting. 

HORACE ANNESLEY VACHELL. 



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The Super- Hooligans 

THE suggestion of this caricature is perhaps not so obvious to 
Englishmen as might be wished, for it represents the Kaiser, 
and the forces behind him, as more broken down than we have 
reason to think they were, or at any rate, than they appeared to us at 
the time this cartoon first appeared. It may be that to the neutrals their 
cause seemed less hopeful, and more out-at-elbows, as here depicted. 
The continuous fall of the mark in neutral countries may mean this. 

The figure of President Wilson is at any rate exceedingly clever. De- 
tached, professorial, contemplative, slightly academic, not to say don- 
nish, he contemplates "Mr. Turveydrop" and "Bill Sykes," for such 
characters they appear to be, with pensive, amused speculation. He 
certainly cannot expect more than swagger and sham gentility, scarcely 
disguising brutal ruffianism, from such figures. But is not the reahty 
more serious and murderous? 

The Kaiser is doubtless an actor, but not quite such a shabby-genteel 
third-rater as this, and his bullies are no doubt burglars and ruffians, 
but not of the old-fashioned, bludgeon type; rather the smart, modern 
operators, armed with automatic revolvers, oxygen blowpipes, swift mo- 
tors, and other appliances of up-to-date science. "Super-Hooligans" 
both doubtless are, but unfortunately not to be despised as enemies. 
This, however, would be less easy to present in caricature, and perhaps less 
telKng. 

The point is the folly of expecting any true "gentleness," or anything 
but a veneer of gentility, from Germany. 

HERBERT WARREN. 



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Before the Fall 



WHEN, in August of 1914, the Geiman hosts set out on their 
way to victory and yet greater victory, they had in their minds 
a figure which, for them, had been girdled round with dignities 
almost sacred. Whatever their secret thoughts regarding this figure 
might have been, it was ostensibly something very nearly sacred; to the 
rest of the world it was an imperial figure, portrayed in many attitudes, 
but in practically every attitude there was the suggestion of inimitable 
pride. The world that is not Germany had laughed at this figure a 
httle: over certain telegrams, over the assumption of genius in certain 
artistic fields, and over a versatility that was almost Neronic. There 
was not wanting, among free peoples, a certain amount of contempt for 
this figure. 

Here you have the figure in a new attitude, and though at the time 
this cartoon was pubhshed the triumphs in Rumania were still to come, 
and the German lines of defense were apparently as strong as ever, yet 
the cartoon expressed a truth, as do all these cartoons of Raemaekers. 
As insecurely as is pictured here stood this man who aped Napoleon and 
Alexander, at whose bidding women and children were fed into the 
furnace of war, through whose senseless ambition countless homes were 
made places of mourning for the men who would return no more. More 
than three years of suffering, and the face of the world changed, the 
progress of the world arrested — for this! 

Beneath him is the gulf; he has hurled milhons into it, and here 
postures no more as second only to omnipotence, but waits the inevitable 
falL Thank God that it is inevitable. 

E. CHARLES VIVIAN. 



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The Shirkers 



IT is inevitable that there should be in every country degenerates 
who decline to play the game. England has her disreputable leaven 

of shirkers; France, whose heroism beggars description, has to reckon 
with her embusques. The serene cheerfulness with which the bitterest 
sacrifices are faced daily by the mass of the nations engaged in the terri- 
ble conflict, bring into powerful relief the obliquity and depravity of the 
handful of men who seek to escape the heavy burden that hes upon 
all. There is no possibility of exaggerating the mean infamy of the 
men who seek their own safety by skulking behind the broad backs 
of the defenders of their country, when every call of duty and right 
demands their presence in the fighting-hne. It is very difficult to dis- 
tinguish between the sinfulness of shirking at a crisis like the present 
and the crime of overt treachery. No injustice would be done if every 
shirker were made to understand that he is liable to the traitor's penalty 
if he persist in his offense. 

The repetition of conscientious objections to war, at a time when a 
nation is committed to a strife in which any slackening spells for it prac- 
tical annihilation, causes graver and graver perplexity. It is doubtful 
whether any healthy mind can now plead a conscientious objection 
without provoking suspicion of his powers of coherent reasoning. A 
condition of things has arisen in which private sentiment, however 
honestly cherished, is bound to yield to pubhc needs. It is a tradition 
of the country in normal times to treat the conscientious objector with 
tenderness. As far as public safety allows, it is even now a proper 
function of Government to discriminate between an honest delusion, 
however anti-social, and a wilful defiance, from contemptible motives 
of selfishness or cowardice, of right principle. A very formidable danger 
clearly lurks in any continuance of the lax toleration which is often 
extended to the conscientious objector, by virtue of the opportunity 
such considerate treatment offers the shirker of indulging his evil pro- 
pensities. 
^ SIDNEY LEE. 



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For Merit 



THERE is no doubt a certain unfairness in the inevitable war- 
time method of laying the burden of the crimes of war upon this 
or that pair of shoulders. Princes in particular must pay this pen- 
alty attached to their august station. And few can have less just reason 
to complain than this shm heir of the HohenzoIIerns who so thirsted 
for the glory of war. He has found out by now that it is a less glorious 
affair than it seemed when set forth in heady, unwise speech (after un- 
wise dining) from the box of a Danzig theater. 

Deprived of his expected bays by the idiotic obstinacy of the so ut- 
terly decadent French, his fond parent bestows on him the Order pour 
le Merite with oak leaves. It is not quite easy to see why. Surely 
there cannot have been any obscure sardonic reference to tanning. 

But if, as the artist suggests, and the plainest reading of the facts of 
the fruitless Verdun assault seems to confirm, Hves of men were squan- 
dered in a reckless attempt to save the princeHng's face (which was, 
in fact, beyond saving), then does he richly deserve the grim decoration 
with which in the name of infamy he is here invested — the Order of 
Butchery, with knives. And you may view the crosses upon the 
pathetic mounds before Verdun as so many entries in the Recording 

Angel's ledger. 

JOSEPH THORP. 



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Duty V. Militarism 

SAME here! 
Same, I suppose, in every country. 

The final necessity has put to the proof that which goes to the 
making of a man and of a nation. 

The man who is prepared to lay down his Hfe for his country simply 
regards it as a duty, and does it regardless of everything. And Duty 
is a noble leader. 

The man who is not prepared to give up his usual pleasures and dissi- 
pations, even though his country be in extremity, looks askance at the 
call, labels it mihtarism, and will have none of it. 

Every age and every nation has its shirkers, who have been only too 
willing to let any but themselves bear their burdens so that their own 
personal comfort might not be interfered with. And shirkers such as 
these have the deserved contempt of every honest man. 

But, in strictest justice to the few — like the Friends, and those who 
believe with them that force is no remedy — while one cannot but wonder 
what would have become of the world if evil were to be allowed to ravage 
it at will, and while one finds it difficult to view matters from their stand- 
point, it must be acknowledged that the military coercion of genuine 
conscience in these days is an anachronism which galls one's feeHngs. 

The one thing we have now to guard against in this free land of ours 
is lest in breaking by force the unspeakable tyranny of Prussian mili- 
tarism we lay our own necks under an equal yoke. 

JOHN OXENHAM. 



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The Troubadour 

GERMANIA loved music and so the troubadour sang to her. 
Gaily the troubadour sang of glory and empire, and the 
good German sword. 

And he sang a song of Kultur, a pocketful of loot. 

And a song of tears, the tears of widows and orphans in other lands, 
widows of fooHsh men who had denied her omnipotent will; and of fool- 
ish reluctant virgins to whom was given the shining compensation of 
bearing sons to her flushed warriors. 

And if he sang of her own sons that lay before Liege, and by the Yser, 
and on the high road to Paris and to Calais, and Petrograd, it was 
still a song of glory in a minor but triumphant key. 

For also he sang a song of an all-highest promise that, wreathed with 
the splendid bays of victory, her sons should return before the next 
ripening of the harvest. But the harvest was gathered and they came 
not. 

And then he sang a song of the sea with the moan of the winds in 
it, and the cries of Httle children — which for a sea-song was not a pleasant 
song. 

And thereafter with a fme operatic vehemence he broke into a song 
of glorious hate. 

And again he sang (in a queer mockmg voice) of the promise. But 
another harvest was garnered (and eaten) and still her sons returned 
not. 

And she began to be afraid. 

So (for he had a pretty wit) he sang again a song of glory and feast- 
ing, and there was laughter in his voice. 

And at the last a song of thanks most indubitably sincere. 

And she turned and looked upon the troubadour and found that he 
was Death — in the high boots of a German Hussar. 

And she stopped her ears, not to mute his singing, but to shut out 
the thunder of the guns that came down all the winds. 

JOSEPH THORP. 



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See the Conquering Hero Comes 

A BITTER satire on the moral and intellectual claims of Germany. 
The conquering hero of the twentieth century and the bearer of 
Kultur is no mere Hun. He is a "throw-back" to an ancestral 
type far more remote than Attila, who was a comparatively pohshed 
person. He is primitive Man, not Rousseau's imaginary I'homme naturel, 
but the Urmensch, a veritable monster, gross, bloated, abominable, com- 
pact of evil, and more repulsive than the wild beasts he has tamed to 
do his hideous wilL They are monstrous creatures too, but dull and 
brutish. They are incapable of moral judgment; they follow their in- 
stincts and know no better. But he knows. He is Man, to whom has 
been given understanding and lordship over all the beasts. He is their 
master by reason of his superior brain, and that superiority is the measure 
of his depravity. By choosing these savage creatures to be his com- 
panions and to do his pleasure he proclaims himself far lower than they, 
because he might have chosen otherwise. 

We know those favorite satelhtes of his. One flies overhead — a 
vulture with gore dripping from beak and claws. Two others walk 
behind their master in docile servitude and ape his bearing as weH as 
their dull senses and uncouth forms allow. One is a gorilla, with bared 
fangs and the glare of senseless destructiveness in his eyes; the other is 
a whiskered wolf, sly, murderous and ruthless. They bear the hero's 
train and wear the marks of approbation he has bestowed upon them 
for the services they have rendered by the exercise of the quahties proper 
to their kind. 

And there is one other. Ever as he goes, there wriggles along by his 
side a snake — that old serpent, the devil and the father of lies. 

So accompanied and sweKing with pride the conquering hero swaggers 
on over the bleached bones that bear witness to his triumph. He has 
decked his repulsive form with the incongruous trappings of civihzation, 
and his foul visage wears an air of inefl'able self-satisfaction and arrogant 
disdain. In his own conceit he cuts a splendid figure and is the object 
of universal admiration. From his girdle hang the heads of his latest 
victims and in his right hand he carries, dehcately poised as a scepter 
and sign of sovereignty, a cudgel tipped with the hand of a child hacked 
off at the wrist. This is his title of honor. The savage beasts that 
accompany him cannot aspire to such majesty; they do not prey on 
their own kind. 

And that is how a neutral sees the German hero. 

ARTHUR SHADWELL. 



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Belgium 



IT appears to me that Raemaekers' wonderful cartoons more often 
than not fall naturally into two main classes: the subtle and the 
direct. In both methods of appeal he is a past-master, and his 

message never fails to drive itself home, either through the medium of 
one's intellect or one's heart. Here we have a good and vivid example 
of the direct method of gaining our sympathy. An appeal to the emo- 
tional rather than to the intellectual within us. 

The woes of devastated Belgium, of its starving population, of its 
desolate homes, of its orphaned children, may be said by some to be an 
"oft told tale." But surely none looking upon this most poignant 
drawing can fail to understand much of the tragedy and misery brought 
about by the German occupation of Belgian soil and the methods of 
Kultur which for a period of three years now have held sway in that 
unhappy land. 

Those of us who know the facts — the things which do not always get 
mto the papers, as the phrase is — the wilful starvation of the poor by 
their ^ relentless conquerors, can best understand and appreciate the 
artist's message. 

What a pathetic picture this is! The starved woman — all the round- 
ness and beauty of womanhood and motherhood brutally stamped out 
of her face and figure by the state of things brought about by the 
rule of the Hun; the child chnging to her mother with the terror and 
amazement which is the most piteous of all expressions that can come 
into and be graven upon the face of childhood. Both bear in their 
faces and forms the cruel marks of starvation and suffering. 

And yet there are those abroad in the land who can talk and write 
of "saving Germany from too much humiliation." Too much humiha- 
tion! For one, I say that if Germany can be dragged in the dust; if 
her rulers can be made to eat the bread of humiliation; if her bestial- 
rninded military officials, who have deported women and girls from Bel- 
gium and France to God only knows where and to what end, can be 
brought to adequate punishment, then there is still some justice left 
in this warring world and some hope for poor, strugghng, vexed, and 
fearful humanity. Unless Germany is conquered and humiliated, un- 
less the wrongs of Belgium and the other devastated territories are 
avenged, we and the millions of our Allies will have suffered, fought, and 
died for the greatest cause the world has ever known — and in vain. 

_ From the welter of battle, after the shouts of the fighting men have 
died away,_ must emerge a new basis of society and a set of new ideals 
in international conduct. And it is up to all of us to see to it that this 
comes about. 

CLIVE HOLLAND. 



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The Giant's Task 

" T SEE you can hold them up, but " 

I The whole world sees that Germany can hold them up. Strength 
is concentrated first on one side, and then on the other, and at the 
time this cartoon was first published the httle figure sitting up on the 
Western side watched, unmoved ahke by German promises and German 
threats. It watched while the days of the Marne went by and proved 
that German efforts in the West would be confined to "holding up" — 
that the capture of Paris and of Calais were mere dreams that must pass 
unfuIfiHed. It watched the steady thrusting back of Russia, the ap- 
parent success in building an Eastern defense that could be held up in- 
definitely. Then it added its weight to the Western boulder, and the 
holding up process went on. 

Neither boulder has yet fallen; the strong man is not yet exhausted, 

but the whole world knows what the end must be. Germany could not 

afford a mere defensive war — from the outset she knew that decision 

must be won in the first months, and that the alternative to this was 

defeat. This grim figure, bent on "holding up" the two main fronts, 

is typical of Germany to-day, a raging barbarian, wearying under the 

impossible task. For such a task there was needed not only physical 

strength, but spiritual strength, ideals as well as machinery, and soul 

as well as brain. By his methods of war this soulless barbarian has added 

to the weights that he must hold up; he has misinterpreted the meaning 

of civihzation, misunderstood the aims common to humanity outside 

Germany. The weight that he must hold up and away is not merely 

that of Britain, Russia, France, and the rest of the Allies ; it is the weight 

of all men who understand freedom rightly, steadily crushing freedom's 

antithesis. 

E. CHARLES VIVIAN. 



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"/ Must Have Something 
for My Trouble" 

You shall, Germany, you shall! 
You shall have even more than ever you expected — but not 
after the manner of your expectation. 

Even the burglar who, after long and arduous and risky training in 
his profession, and careful plotting and planning, and detailed hard 
work with jimmies and blowpipes and center-bits, has collared the swag 
and been caught in the act, does not whine like this. If he is a wise man 
he surrenders at discretion, puts a philosophic face on it, and plans more 
artistic work while in confmement. If he is a hothead, he puts up a 
fight and gets it in the neck. 

But he never whines for recompense for the nefarious trouble he has 
gone to. 

Germany has not yet learned her lesson. She has burglariously and 
treacherously broken into her neighbors' houses and seized them and 
their contents. 

The cost to herself, in life, money — and, more than all, in the estima- 
tion of the world at large — is as yet hidden from her. When the bill is 
presented and her bloodshot eyes are opened to it, it will astound her. 

For — somehow or other — it will have to be paid — to the last farthing. 
And while she is in confmement for her diaboHcal misdeeds, the world, 
it is to be fervently hoped, will see to it that all further power for mis- 
chief will be taken from her forever. 

This burglar has intrenched himself among his plunder. He would 
negotiate with the besieging poHce to be allowed to keep something at 
all events for all his trouble. 

He shall. He shall keep what he has earned — the loathing and con- 
tempt of every honest man under the sun. 

JOHN OXENHAM. 



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"Cinema Chocolate" 

IT seems to be the irony of fate that Germany possesses everything 
good in an inverted, it may perhaps be said a "perverted," form. 
We all know the charms of the "Chocolate Soldier," who originated, 
if we remember rightly, like the best flavored chocolate, in France. 

Here we have a "Chocolate Soldier" of a very different kind. A 
young officer, of the familiar decadent Lothario type, is presenting a 
handsome stick of chocolate to a little Belgian or French girL 

At the side is an old man, evidently got up as a stage property, his 
face exceedingly cross as though he disliked the job, but his attitude 
rather ambiguous. 

In the distance is the official military "fdmer," smug and grinning, 
waiting to turn the handle in order to obtain a "moving" picture for 
the German "movies." 

Mr. Raemaekers' satire is most strongly displayed in the child's face 
and clenched fists, fully visible to the spectator, but which will not appear 
in the film. It appears also, though less obviously, in the cross old 
gentleman who will come out there as a benevolent pastor blessing 
the whole proceeding. 

It is another instance of the systematic deception practised on the 
German people and the neutrals. 

Monsieur Forain, the French Raemaekers, has something like it in 
his " Haltez-la, et souriez." It is not quite the same, but suggests that 
both cartoons are based on fact, as doubtless they are. 

HERBERT WARREN. 



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The Doctrine of Expediency 

AT the beginning of his reign Ferdinand was, or pretended to be, 
an ardent Russophile. Then something happened which made 
him think that he had been backing the wrong horse. Perhaps 
it was the result of the Russo-Japanese War; perhaps it was because httle 
Prince Boris did not receive the usual decoration from St. Petersburg 
when he was made honorary colonel of the Russian Regiment of Minsk. 
We may be sure, at any rate, that the motive was not affection for Ger- 
many or the German Empire. That great nation has not the gift of 
inspiring aflFection, least of all in small peoples within reach of her claws. 

Ferdinand was bribed, and bribed heavily, we may be certain; and, 
hke the rulers of other Balkan States, he and his advisers thought for 
a time that the Central Powers were going to win. He thought he 
saw his way to an increase of territory at the expense of Serbia, perhaps 
also of Greece. Some say that he dreamed of reigning at Constanti- 
nople. These hopes must be wearing rather thin now. The time has 
not yet come for turning his coat; but if, or when, it seems to him safe 
and expedient to leave the Kaiser in the lurch, he will do it without 
the shghtest scruple. 

Meanwhile, there was no danger in making the Emperor of Austria 
his confidant; the poor old gentleman, if he understood what was said 
to him, probably thought the idea a very sensible one, and wished heartily 
that he had come to terms with Russia. 

W. R. INGE. 



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Murder on the High Seas 

GERMANY stands convicted of such bestial crime upon land and 
sea that one can only come to the conclusion her offence results 
not from passing aberration or the ebriety of war, but indicates an 
infection deep-seated and chronic. Her recent Imperial Government 
statistics of crime before the war indicated very surely that some deep, 
moral distemper was conquering the German character and running 
like a plague through her spiritual and sociological Hfe. 

It has been said that the problem is one for the anthropologist rather 
than the lawyer; yet even if the Prussian be not a Teuton, but a Tatar, 
his indifference to every human instinct would still remain inexplicable. 
For others of the Tatar stock are amenable to the evolution that time 
brings, and now pursue the business of war under modern conditions 
that embrace respect for prisoners and wounded, non-combatants, women 
and children. 

Among the numberless instances of murder and piracy on the high 
seas space permits here but to dwell upon one, which has by no means 
received the attention it deserves. International problems involved by 
the destruction of American citizens have tended to focus public opinion 
on the "Lusitania" and "Essex" murders; but consider again a crime 
in the Black Sea and the depraved temper it implies. 

On the thirtieth day of March, while lying motionless off Cape 
Fathia, the Russian hospital ship "Portugal" was destroyed in broad 
daylight by a submarine, despite the fact that she bore all necessary 
marks demanded by the Geneva Convention and Hague Covenant. 

There perished fourteen ladies of the Red Cross; fifty surgeons and 
physicians; many male and female nurses; many Russian and French 
sailors. But for the fact that a Russian destroyer was in the vicinity, 
the fatalities must have been larger. A great hospital equipment was 
also lost to humanity. 

Well might the Russian Government declare this outrage a flagrant 
infraction of the rights of man and an act of common piracy, while ask- 
ing the judgment of all civihzed countries on such barbarism. 

The people that perpetrated and applauded this act denies civilization, 
and one may fairly argue that the national conscience, not only of her 
fighting forces, but of those behind them, will soon reach a pitch where 
disintegration must follow. The evolution of morals alone must break 
them, for human nature cannot suffer this reaction. 

Meantime we wait in vain for the AHies' Note informing Germany of 
our intention with respect to her shipping. Did she know that we de- 
signed an eye for an eye, a ton for a ton, she might yet hesitate upon a 
course that promised to deplete her merchant marine after the war 
in the ratio of her destruction. The point is equally vital to the weak 
maritime neutrals, who see their merchant fleets dwindle and their pro- 
tests ignored by a nation that respects nothing on earth but force. 

EDEN PHILLPOTTS. 



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Pounding Austria 

1 WONDER how long my dear friend and ally will be able to stand 
this?" 

So "Wilhelm" is made to remark, as he peers over from behind h-is 
parapet, safely guarded with barbed wire, and sees the aged Francis 
Joseph receiving blow after blow, on the one side from the Itahans, on 
the other from the Rumanians. The caricature, it must be admitted, 
is not quite up-to-date in one respect, for Wilhelm has certainly done 
his best, and so far only too successfully, to tear off the smaller of these 
foes. But it is more than up-to-date in another, for the ancient "Dual 
Monarch" has already succumbed to his years and his enemies. And 
for reasons best known to himself, "Wilhelm" has run away from his 
funeral, and thinks he will consult his delicate health and his no less 
dehcate dignity, by sending the Crown Prince instead, that young man 
being no longer wanted imperatively or imperially on the French front. 
How young Wilhehn will get on with young Carl remains to be seen. 
The experience may have dangers of its own. Mr. Raemaekers might 
look out for a further opportunity in this new situation. 

HERBERT WARREN. 



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Durchhalten-' Hold Out'" 

THE Roman Emperor Tiberius, that gloomy tyrant, is said to have 
remarked that governing the Roman people was like holding a 
wolf by the ears. Here the position is reversed. The patient, 
obedient, and faithful German people, for such, however infatuated, we 
must allow it has been, is represented as by no means like a wolf, but 
more hke the traditional opposite, a sheep. But even the sheep may 
turn if driven beyond measure. Meanwhile, this caricature may help to 
bring home to it the true position. 

The Kaiser, stout, with all his heavy, comfortable clothes, his military 
cloak, his helmet, and boots and spurs, one of which he digs into his 
beast of burden, rides comfortably on the back of "German Michael," 
the common soldier, and cheerfully bids him "hold out" and struggle 
up the toilsome hill of victory, with its shifting, clogging soiL 

The desperate agony and pain of the poor victim, the drops of sweat 
falhng from his brow, his eyes starting from his head, are well depicted, 
and also the complacency of the emperor, blended with senile vanity 
and self-glorification. His aspiration not long ago was to be the "Young 
Man of the Sea." Here he is depicted as the "Old Man" of that element. 

HERBERT WARREN. 



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The Satyr of the Sea 

IT is always difficult, after a series of catastrophic events, to go back 
to one's mental outlook of the time before they happened. But if 

the civihzed world could recapture its pre-war view, I believe it would 
realize the most startling of all the results of Armageddon to be that we 
now take Germany's outrages on neutrals for granted. At first the 
bulk of us simply could not believe the tale of the horrors inflicted on 
non-combatant men, women, and children of innocent and neutral Bel- 
gium. But Germany had at any rate made Belgium a belligerent, before 
beginning them. Now that similar horrors should fall on men, women, 
and children of Holland, Denmark, Sweden, Norway, and America, 
surprises no more: it has become a mere matter of course. 

It is the business of the prophet, the seer, and the poet to awaken the 
world when it is worshipping false gods, when from fear, or self-interest, 
or sheer bewilderment, it fails to see the things that are in their naked 
horror and their awful shame. But prophet, seer, and poet can speak 
only through the printed word, and in the maze and mass of conflicting 
appeals the words of truth are lost and ineffective. But if the ear be 
deaf and the mind numb, the eyes of ah retain their childlike curiosity. 
It is Raemaekers' secret that he can present his own clear vision of the 
truth in figures that pierce instantly to the conscience of the dullest. 
To kill a child at all for a political purpose, is the sin of Herod. To kill 
the children of those with whom you have no nominal quarrel, stipulates 
just that negation of soul which we call beastly. The truth about Tir- 
pitz, and all that that accursed name stands for, is personified in the 
loathsome Satyr of the Sea portrayed in this cartoon. 

ARTHUR POLLEN. 



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JVar Council with Ferdinand 
and Enver Pasha 

RAEMAEKERS is not merely a clever draftsman and a keen obser- 
ver, but also a deep and careful student of modern history and 
diplomacy. He knows the by-paths, the coulisses, and the intrigues 
of the diplomatic world, which are eternally going on behind 
the almost impenetrable curtain with which the chancelleries of Europe 
seek to veil their proceedings. 

Everyone knows, of course, that it was not merely affection or esteem 
that has ranged Ferdinand of Bulgaria and Enver Pasha upon the side 
of the Central Empires. In the case of the first, greed had not a little 
to do with the final decision to which he came. He was not unwilHng 
to be persuaded by the blandishments of his "dear brother the Kaiser," 
always provided it was made worth his while at the time as well as i?7 
futuro. In the case of the second, ambition played its part, backed up 
by years of "ground baiting" of the kind in which German diplomacy 
excels. 

It has been left to the pencil of this great artist and satirist to bring 
hom.e to the mind of the man-in-the-street a knowledge of the actual 
situation that has been created, and of the methods by which it was 
brought about. In this cartoon we have the Kaiser in shop-walker 
attitude, an oily smile upon his lips, bending forward and washing his 
hands with invisible soap, while he exclaims, "I hope you have been 
well served and are satisfied." His dupes are shown bound hand and 
foot, with an expression of their doubts as to the ultimate genuineness 
and benefit of the bargain which they have struck shown upon the face 
of the one and the back of the other. Bound hand and foot they stand 
in the presence of this "artful dodger" among crowned heads, and in 
that of the decrepit Franz Joseph, in whose figure the artist has succeeded 
in so cleverly conveying an idea of the unstable and effete nature of the 
Austro-Hungarian Empire. 

The "dear friends and alfies" show neither the feefing of comfort 
nor confidence about which their imperial taskmaster speaks and in- 
quires so ghbly. 

Bound thus to the wheels of the car of Germany's destiny, they begin 
evidently to question the wisdom of their choice. Already Ferdinand's 
doubts must have commenced to take definite shape, for the luck of 
"the great game" has begun to run against him at Monastir, and "crushed 
and destroyed" Serbia is once more in fighting trim and eager to expel 
the invader. 

CLIVE HOLLAND. 



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The Burial of Private Walker 

ON September 9, 19 14, Joseph Walker enlisted for the duration 
of the war; on January 11, 191 6, the sea bore his dead body to 
the dyke at West Capelle. Usually a body washed ashore in 
this neighborhood is buried at the foot of the dunes, without coffin, 
without ceremony. But not this time. This afternoon, at i p.m., while 
the northwest wind whistled over Walcheren, the English soldier was 
buried in the churchyard of West Capelle. Behind the walls of the 
tower where we sought protection from the gale the burial service was 
read. 

First the vice-consul in the name of England spread the British flag 
over him who for England had sacrificed his young life. Four men of 
West Capelle carried the coffin outside and placed it at the foot of the 
tower, that old gray giant, which has witnessed so much world's woe, 
here opposite the sea. The Reverend Mr. Eraser, the English clergy- 
man at Kortryk, himself an exile, said we were gathered to pay the 
last homage to a Briton who had died for his country. It was a simple, 
but touching ceremony. 

"Man that is born of a woman hath but a short time to live. . . . 
He cometh forth Hke a flower and is cut do\¥n." Thus spoke the voice 
of the minister and the wind carried his words, and the wind played with 
the flag of England, the flag that flies over afl seas, in Flanders, in France, 
in the Balkans, in Egypt, as the symbol of threatened freedom — the 
flag whose folds here covered a faflen warrior. Deeply were we moved 
when the clergyman in his prayer asked for a "message of comfort to his 
home." 

Who, tefl me, oh silent field. 
Who Hes buried here? Here? 

Yes, who is Walker, No. 16092, Private Joseph Walker, Bedfordshire 
regiment? Who, in loving thoughts, thinks of him with hope even now 
when we, strangers to them, stand near to him in death? Where is 
his home? We know it not, but in our inmost hearts we pray for a 
"message of comfort and consolation" for his people. 

And in the roaring storm we went our way. There was he carried, 
the soldier come to rest, and the flag fluttered in the wind and wrapped 
itself round that son of England. Then the coffin sank into the ground 
and the hearts of us, the departing \vitnesses, were sore. Earth fefl on 
it, and the preacher said: "Earth to earth, dust to dust." — From the 
Amsterdam "Telegraaf," January, igi6. 



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The Supreme Effort 

THE Religion of Valor" — that new creed for which Germany now 
claims to be fighting — will call for many martyrs behind the fight- 
ing fines, and we may suppose that the middle classes of the 
fatherland as fittle fike the sacrifices demanded from them as any 
other members of the community, whose savings are the result of their 
own energy and enterprise. That Germany is subscribing to her loans 
with generosity and self-denial we have no reason to doubt; but since 
there is no free press, the nation as a whole remains under delusion as to 
the vakie of its securities. The dust, however, cannot be in every eye 
much longer, and before another spring is spent, Germany's people will 
know that she is powerless to keep her paper promises. 

For the one hope that a victorious trade war would instantly break 
out upon the arrival of peace is destined to be disappointed. 

As Mr. Kitson recently and very efi"ectively showed, economic power 
is the basis of pofitical power, the root from which all national power, 
which can be interpreted into force, must spring. "Trade warfare is 
therefore a struggle for economic power, for the control of men and of 
all factors of wealth production." 

The British Empire seems to be grasping this fact for the first time 
in her national history; and though we have far to go, and the panacea 
of free trade wiH doubtless be vended again after the war — by those 
who, before it, knew so well that Germany would never fight — a growing 
conviction is none the less apparent that only by a direct and strenuous 
offensive shall we win the war after the war. 

Let us banish inter-tariffs, as Germany did, and unite the nation in a 
closer economic understanding; and let us not leave our frontiers open 
to the legions of German and Austrian bagmen, who only await peace 
to swarm over them. 

It depends largely upon us whether the gentleman in the picture will 
get his money back. 

The grand total of the fatherland's indebtedness, were war to go on 
until last April, has been calculated in Germany to represent £4,500,- 
000,000, which would demand in annual interest a sum near £800,000,000 . 

One does not desire to be vindictive, but let no man forget the bare- 
faced villainy and devifish brutahty with which the Central Nations 
prosecuted war. It is not for us to forward the peaceful penetration of 
such a people through the length and breadth of our empire if we desire 
to preserve that empire as an entity. 

Let Germany redeem her pledges if she can; it will be no part of our 
post-war activities to assist her task. 

EDEN PHILLPOTTS. 



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^'JVer reitet so spat durch Nacht und Wind^ 
Dass ist der Vater mit seinem Kind^' {Ermmg) 

NOT only the father and his sick child ride storm-foundered and lost 
through night, with the phantom king steadily gaining upon 
both: the frantic, over-driven brute they ride should also be 
conscious of approaching doom. But is it? 

We may take their steed to be the nation of the royal fugitives, and 
wonder when Germany — a kingdom whose native qualities had won 
such ample recognition among her elder sisters on the road to civilization 
— ^will awaken into consciousness of her accursed load and perceive that 
the HohenzoIIerns ride only to death. They started on their gallop 
when Bismarck fell, and now the end is in sight. 

Great must be the subjugation before a practical people can reach 
this pass, or still fail to perceive, if on a material basis only, where the 
legend of world-power and world-trade has brought them. As sleep- 
walkers they pursued their dream and have not yet awakened to see 
v/here now they stand. Still they believe the issue undetermined; 
still is it hidden from them that their might is broken, that roughly 
half their foreign trade, which lay with the Allies, has vanished. Only 
ignorance and the tradition of servility postpone inevitable revolution. 

Of Germany's evil-genius and arch-enemy, now far advanced on 
the road that leads to his destruction, an illuminating picture has just 
been flashed to us. One who was long a publicist in the capitals of 
Europe has spoken of "Things I remember," and he quotes a German 
author — a woman — who spoke thus of the "War Lord" before the war. 
None is a more shrewd and subtle student of character than a woman, 
when she holds an object worthy of her study. 

"I can assure you that he extirpates, as of fell purpose, every inde- 
pendent character, root and branch. Think of the number of poor 
devils in prison for the crime of lese majeste, not one instance of which 
he has ever pardoned; while there is not a case of a man having killed 
his opponent in a duel, however disgraceful might have been its cause, 
whom he has not pardoned, or at least remitted the sentence. Never 
has a monarch encouraged Byzantine serviHty to such a degree as this 
man. No sunbeam but it must radiate from him; no incense but it 
must fill his nostrils." 

May Germany use her waking hour to be rid forever of this archaic 
incubus; and if, at the end, she still cries for the domination of Prussia, 
then it is to be hoped that, when they have won the war, the Allies will 
save her from her own blindness and themselves perform the act of 
liberation. 

EDEN PHILLPOTTS. 



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The Voices of the Guns 

ONE may characterize the figures in this cartoon as not altogether 
imaginary. In the villages behind the lines of the Somme, and 
in the tumbled country north of Verdun, there must be many 
such Httle homes as that in which the old man is pictured, homes befouled 
and desecrated by the presence of these hard-faced men who look on con- 
temptuously while the old man hstens. He and his kind know the voices 
of the guns, for they have heard them before. What memories of '70 
and his own fighting days must come to him and to all his kind as they 
wait the coming of the guns that shall drive out this scourge of France — 
this vileness that for nearly half a century has poisoned the Hfe of all 
Europe, and on France especially has set an abiding mark? What 
hopes must be his for the day when Prussianism shall be no more than a 
vague name, and the sons of those sons of his who fight to-day shall 
work content in the knowledge that their fathers have freed them from 
this Damoclean threat? 

How these people in the conquered territories have endured, how they 
have waited and hoped, even when there seemed no ground for hope, 
in the darkest of the days, we shall perhaps know when peace comes 
again. Yet even then we in Britain can never know all, for there is 
given to us a shield that France has never known — our shield, and in a 
measure our danger. For no man in Britain sits and hstens for the guns 
that shall free his house and his land, and in that fact is possible lack of 
comprehension and consequent great danger; as once it has been, so it 
may be again. 

Yet it may be that, when the stories of these old men behind the 
enemy hues are told, they will waken the whole of the world, not only to 
the need for destruction of such a thing as the mihtarism of Prussia, but 
to the knowledge that only the strong man armed may keep his house. 
Had all reahzed this in time 

Meanwhile, as this third year of the war ends, the guns that speak 

freedom come nearer. 

E. CHARLES VIVIAN 



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The Death 's-Head Hussar 

IN Greek mythology Nemesis personified the moral law which chastises 
arrogance and wanton excess by the inexorable consequences of 

their own wrong-doing. So none who had offended could escape her. 

The Death's-Head Hussars are a perfect example of that boastful 
pride and transgression of the bounds of due proportion which it is the 
function of Nemesis to punish. By their name and their device they 
make a mock of the most solemn tragedy — of Death itself. Whether 
their emblem threatens death to others or signifies their own contempt 
for death it is a wanton and arrogant jest. The skull and cross-bones 
were the traditional, device of pirates, and it well became those grim 
outlaws who declared a ruthless war against all mankind. There was 
no jest about it, but a dreadful seriousness, and their proper end was 
the yard-arm. But the Death's-Head Hussars are what is called a 
"crack" regiment, one officered by rich, aristocratic, and elegant young 
men, who have not set themselves against the world, but are very much 
of it. Nor are they any braver or more formidable than other regi- 
ments. The Death's-Head business is a silly and boastful affectation. 

Here is the just sentence of chastising Nemesis. The last of the Death's- 
Head Hussars, its imperial colonel, is being shot over the head of his 
skeleton charger on to the heaped ranks of dead soldiers which ring 
him round. He has his fill of skulls and cross-bones now. The Crown 
Prince of Germany has confessed it to the world. 

A. SHADWELL. 



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The " Franc-tireur" Excuse 

IT is well sometimes, despite all that has happened since, to turn back 
to Belgium and remember the rape, rapine, and arson of 1914. There 

will be plenty of time to let bygones be bygones when might and 
right are found on the same side and Justice, who is using her sword 
just now, resumes her impartial scales; but until the Central Nations 
experience a defeat of magnitude sufficient to penetrate to the hearts 
and heads of their people, we may continue to keep in the forefront of 
our minds the story of Belgium under Germany's heek 

That tale of brutal tyranny is not even yet told, for, short of selling 
the deported Belgians as slaves, Germany would seem still to be doing 
all that Hun and Vandal ever accomplished. But Raemaekers gives us 
a ghmpse from the past, when conquest was still in progress and the 
German obsession of Jranc-tireurs reached its height. How far they 
pretended this fear to excuse their own murder of the defenseless, or 
how far they really felt it, matters little; for it has been shown that the 
cry was dehberately excited — by fabrication and circulation through 
Germany of countless "fearful" falsehoods. Soldiery about to pass 
from the Fatherland to Belgium were inflamed, as with drink, by hes 
of the horrible treatment they must expect and endure from civil popu- 
lations and non-combatants. They were warned by calculated propa- 
ganda at home that their eyes would be gouged out, their legs sawn off', 
their wounded men murdered, with fiendish details of suffering by the 
Belgians. 

German valets of the type of Houston Chamberlain and Sven Hedin 
spread these stories; Pastor Conrad wrote a little book and sold it to 
the school children that they, too, might read about their fathers' gouged- 
out eyes in Belgium. 

The result was certain when German soldiers found themselves with 
a free hand among unarmed women and their little ones; for Germany 
in Belgium and Poland, and Austria in Serbia, have not been content to 
destroy the manhood of weak nations: they have striven to stamp out 
their virginity and their childhood also. 

EDEN PHILLPOTTS. 



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The Entry Into Constantinople 

NOWHERE has the caricaturist proved more effectively his com- 
mand of caustic satire. 

It is characteristic of the Kaiser and his family to claim Chris- 
tian sanction for all his sinister schemes. 

None of the many goals which the Kaiser confidently set out to win 
in this war has he as yet secured. The triumphal progress through the 
capital city of Constantinople loomed large in his early programme. 
His vaulting ambition still seeks the hegemony of the Mahomedan 
world no less than of the Christian world. 

The Kaiser habitually appeals to rehgious authority. He garbles 
Scripture to serve his turn. Nothing that the world regards as sacred 
is safe from his profanation. His miscalculations are so colossal, his 
hopes are so tangled, that the blasphemous dream which the artist de- 
picts may well have visited the imperial couch. The pious Mahom- 
edan might possibly find some specious compensation for submission 
to the Prussian yoke were the Kaiser to enter the Turkish capital at 
the head of his barbarian hordes flaunting in triumph the banner of 
the crescent, while Christ rode on an ass at the imperial side, in bonds 
and wearing the crown of thorns. It is a revolting piece of pictorial 
imagery, but it is a legitimate interpretation of the imperial megalo- 
mania, which enlists blasphemy in the service of the imperial propa- 
ganda. 

SIDNEY LEE. 



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Come Away, My Dear! 

ONLY historic interest now attaches to the activities of German 
diplomacy which sought, by misplaced flattery, to prevent Italy 
from joining the Powers of the Entente in the Great War. Prince 
von Billow for many months employed all his wiles to distract Italy from 
the pursuit of a hostile policy. He had some good cards in his hand, 
and, after the manner of all German diplomatists, he overestimated 
their strength, while he underrated the skill and enthusiasm of the players 
against him. The influences of German finance worked on his side, 
but characteristically he ignored the spiritual forces of the Italian na- 
tional sentiment, on which bribes and blandishments could make no 
impression. Italy's traditional hatred of Austria was only speciously 
held in check by the conventions of the old Triple Alliance. The perils 
which Austria invited by engaging in the present war were bound to 
set ancient memories fully aflame. It is a mangled unity of which Italy 
can boast so long as the Italian peoples of the Trentino and Dalmatia 
Hve under Austrian sway. 

The cry of the Trentino for release from a foreign servitude overcame 
afl those predilections for peace, which some material considerations 
fostered in Italy in the early stages of the war. Von Biilow undertook 
a thankless- task when he sought by pretty speeches to deafen Itahan 
ears to the piercing appeals of Italy's compatriots under ahen sway. 
He may cherish the delusion that he scored a minor success by post- 
poning for a season Italy's declaration of war on Germany. For a 
short while Italy was content with her defiance of Austria alone, but 
even this small triumph on the prince's part proved a phantasm. To- 
day all the prince's diplomatic adventures are seen to be empty mock- 
eries and snares. 

SIDNEY LEE. 



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The "Harmless " German 

WE may pause to wonder whether Germany ever considers 
her relations with the weak neutral nations after the war. 
In the case of America, she preserves some show of explicit 
courtesy, while performing actions of implicit insult. Where it matters 
not, she conforms; where it does matter, she ignores; but she has no 
desire to quarrel openly with the United States and has long since found 
that she can do pretty much what she pleased without risking 
more than verbal remonstrances. In the case of Norway and Sweden, 
Denmark and Holland, she is not even at the pains to be civil; but treats 
them with her usual indifference to all things physically weak. Some- 
times she will add insult to injury, as in the case of this cartoon, and 
needlessly pretend an innocence that would not deceive a child; more 
often, as in her pirate procedure against Holland, she cares nothing 
what the weak may have to say while her own strength is paramount. 

But the war will end and what sort of relations will these insulted and 
outraged kingdoms seek with Germany when the bully is beaten? One 
might ask them another question. Is it beyond the power of the North- 
ern neutrals to assume a more hortatory tone and courageous attitude? 
Might they not sensibly forward all rational hopes of civihzation by 
taking a stronger hne with the enemy of Europe? Whining and grum- 
bhng serve no good purpose; but a somewhat stronger and cleaner-cut 
expression of opinion before the insulting scorn poured upon their pro- 
tests would increase general respect for Holland and the rest. 

Why are they so frightened? Is it from force of habit? They might 
surely begin to perceive with sufficient distinctness that the Power 
that sank the "Tubantia" and"BIommersdijk" is on the way herself to 
be sunk. Why then this abject attitude? It is easy to guess. 

Meantime Holland's recent protest to America was hardly worth 
making. She may well ask what would have happened had the sinkings 
off Newport, on the American coast, occurred off Ymuiden, on her own. 
But she will receive no satisfactory reply to that question. Nor does 
it help civilization to hear Holland say, "Submarine warfare cannot go 
on any longer." Germany laughs. She knows how much of her gold 
has crossed into Holland of late, and that our Dutch friends doubtless 
have more to gain in wealth than lose in honor by "taking it lying 
down," 

EDEN PHILLPOTTS. 



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RAEMAEKERS is never more pungent in his satire than when he deals 
with the efforts of Germany to penetrate the conscience and persuade 
the will of Holland. In the cartoon opposite we see the typical 
German propagandist — half-professor, half-merchant, and wholly 
the servile ambassador of his Government — exhibiting to the equally 
typical Dutch peasant the recommendations and persuasions of Ger- 
many. These are printed in Dutch for his behoof, and they declare that 
it can be proved by the testimony of the Ninety-Three Intellectuals that 
all men who are not enthusiastic about German Kultur and all who are 
rash enough to accuse German statesmen of breaking their word or 
behaving like barbarians are worthless persons of no character. He 
tells the Dutchman that "We Germans are fighting for the liberty of the 
sea, guaranteed as Prussian." Another belt of propaganda offers ad- 
vice gratis to smugglers, and urges the Dutch, in exchange for aniline 
dyes, to supply the German Government with tin, oil, fat, leather, india- 
rubber, and other such "peaceful" articles. The lowest line assures 
the Dutchman that the book called "J'Accuse" — which is phonetically 
spelt "Sjakkuus" that the Dutchman may have no doubt about it — 
is a vulgar production. The "Toekomst" — a virulently pro-German 
newspaper, subventioned from Berhn — is a genuine expression of Dutch 
feehng. 

Thus the fat missionary in spectacles volubly attempts to seduce the 
grave and rather sardonic Dutch peasant, whose face is a triumph of 
non-committal. He holds him long in conversation, while from behind 
steal up the German soldiers and sailors waiting for the attention of the 
peasant to be wholly absorbed in the propaganda, suddenly to capture 
and to bind him, beyond all power of self-release. Here the satire of 
Raemaekers is directed against the intrigues of German diplomacy 
at The Hague, and the rumors which have of late been rife concerning 
a party of pohticians in the Dutch State who have been persuaded into 
recommending a studied neutrality now, indeed, but a secret agreement 
with Germany that shall not come into force until after the declaration 
of peace. The draftsman warns his countrymen that they are not, 
in their simpHcity, capable of holding their own against a combination 
of Teutonic violence and Teutonic guile. It may be that these Dutch 
disciples of Wilhelmstrasse have not the naivete which Raemaekers 
sees proper to attribute to them. Their attitude has something more 
ignoble than simple, and they remind us not a little of the particularists 
of the seventeenth century, whose selfish and senseless anti-Orange 
policy left the Dutch without a friend in Europe. But we can confidently 
believe that general pubHc opinion in Holland to-day will be too whole- 
some and too inteUigent to pursue the suicidal path which the "Toe- 
komst" and its German inspirers indicate. 

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HERE Raemaekers draws aside from his fierce mood of indictment 
of the aggressor and, touched with a neutral's pity, tries to express 
something of the agony that comes impartially to those who fight 
for and those who fight against the right. The candid critic must confess 
that this mood has not the interest of his satire and invective. But 
it is natural for the imaginative artist to be deeply moved by these, 
as it were, impartial horrors and good for us stay-at-homes to be helped 
to reahze them. 

In the early days of the war, waged as it was over the most intensively 
cultivated soil in Europe, the mortahty from this dread horror, Tetanus, 
was very great. The skill of the bacteriologist and the surgeon has in- 
definitely reduced the mortahty. And perhaps those of us who are 
bowed down by the thought of all the needless pain and incalculable 
waste may take a crumb of comfort from the thought that out of all 
the suffering and death grow knowledge and skiU that will reheve suffer- 
ing and prevent death in the future. So the eternal courage and re- 
sourcefulness of man always recapture the citadel he seems to have 
lost in the first onset. 

JOSEPH THORP. 



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Shakspere 's Tercentenary 

FOLLOWING out this truly Teutonic line of reasoning, there is no 
reason why Beethoven should not be claimed as English, and surely 
Christopher Cokimbus was Russian — or French, or Norwegian. 
A sense of humor would have saved Germany from this absurdity of 
claiming the whole world's genius as her own, but that sense is the one 
thing that Germany lacks above all others, and from the deficiency has 
arisen this war and all its evils. 

For a sense of humor — or a sense of proportion, which is precisely 
the same thing — would have given Germany to understand that in 
these days no nation may aspire to domination over other and different 
races; it would have given her to understand that there are other forms 
of cukure besides her own Kultur, which, after all, is merely order and 
discipkne, and not a finer perception or a greater development of in- 
tellect; it would have given her to understand that which the world's 
history has failed to teach her, that aggression does not pay, and that 
essays in tyrannic dominance inevitably fail. 

Raemaekers' satire is unerring, for though no German has yet stated 
that Shakspere's plays are based on the work of a poet who kved two 
centuries later, yet the professors and pedants of Kultur have attempted 
equal absurdities, even to showing Germany as a country of simple, 
kindly people, who abhor a war that has been forced on them. One is 
tempted to quote from the world-poet who, in this cartoon, faces his 
antithesis with such an air of gentle increduHty, but the temptation, if 
yielded to, would lead too far. 

Germany has not only claimed Shakspere, but she has claimed 
control of all the Western world; one claim is as likely to be conceded 

as the other. 

E. CHARLES VIVIAN. 



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Nobody Sees Me 

THE Huns have hugged this conviction to their obscene souls. 
And it is not the least of a series of preposterous and ridiculous 
bkmders. Throwing as rubbish to the void the Tables of the Law, 
they have cherished what they beheve to be the last and greatest com- 
mandment: Thou shall not be found out. 

And "found out" they have been! 

For the moment this fact does not oppress them too seriously. Indeed, 
to the commander of the submarine who sank the Lusitajiia the Iron 
Cross has been awarded. We wonder whether he will wear it, if he hap- 
pens to find himself after the war at some great function in any neutral 
country ? 

To the psychologist this Hun attribute, shared with the ostrich, of 
hiding his head and beheving that the rest of his person is unseen, pro- 
vokes some interesting hypotheses. Inter alia, it serves to remind 
us that birds, however big, stand next to reptiles in the scale of creation. 
Hun methods are distinctively reptihan. The Hun, when fully gorged, 
becomes lethargic and stupid. In this cartoon, the Hun Eagle, appro- 
priately emblazoned upon that portion of the Hun body of which we 
may confidently hope to see more and more in the near future, reminds 
me of that loathsome beast — the Turkey Buzzard. In California, 
where I first made his acquaintance, this horrible vulture would have 
been exterminated long ago had he not been protected by the law, which 
recognized his pecuHar usefulness as a scavenger. Hungry, these buz- 
zards are almost unapproachable; after a carrion meal a child can de- 
spatch them with a stone. 

May we not assume that the Huns, however clever and cunning when 
hungry, become as boas and buzzards after a surfeit? To-day they 
are boasting of what they have absorbed on the map of Europe. Do 
they realize yet the dead weight of these temporary conquests? Ger- 
mania, like some monstrous viper, has swallowed her own young. Un- 
like the viper, she cannot disgorge them ahve. 

Such reflections are not intended to minimize the task that still con- 
fronts the Allies. But what the Hun has done by land and air and sea 
will be the measure of his undoing. 

Nobody sees me and I can always deny it. 

Everybody sees him; and if his acts are enough to make angels weep, 
his denials of them move the world to inextinguishable laughter. 

HORACE ANNESLEY VACHELL. 



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The Orient Express 

ONE of the objectives of the present war was to secure Germany's 
command of the Near East. A railway from Berlin to Bagdad 
had long been treated as a primary article in that creed of Ger- 
man Welt-politik which the war was to make prevail. For a time the 
plan promised excellently. The Turkish alhance with the Central Em- 
pires seemed to bring Asia Minor securely under German sway. The 
raihvay route was saved. 

The Kaiser and his advisers prematurely regarded Russia as an ex- 
tinct volcano, which was incapable of thwarting their Oriental policy. 
Disillusionment came quickly. The German tourist who foresaw an 
unimpeded road through Prussia to Persia was suddenly confronted with 
an impassable barrier. The Russian Army of the Caucasus swept 
through Armenia and occupied the Turkish citadel of Erzerum, which 
commanded the Hne of travel at its most critical point. Small are the 
chances of retrieving the lost foothold. The whole design is doomed 
beyond recalL 

It is the habit of our arch-foe to count his chickens before they are 

hatched. 

SIDNEY LEE. 



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The Bloomersdijk 

IN this cartoon the artist symbolizes with drastic irony the powerless- 
ness of Holland to claim respect for her rights or to maintain her 

national prestige. If the fair Dutch flag stands in the way of the 
Teutonic bully, he just tears it down and tramples it underfoot. In the 
view of Germany the time is long past when a little community of human 
beings could sustain independent existence if its pohcy interfered in the 
smaHest degree with the convenience of the great German tyranny. 
This is at once the humiliation of countries like Holland, and their claim 
on the active sympathy of the AHies. What can the nice little boy in 
the picture do to protect himself against the fists and the boots of the 
huge man in a Prussian helmet? Manifestly, nothing! His only chance 
is that his big brethren may succeed in thrashing the selfish, powerful 
brute as he deserves. 

The attitude of Germany toward the little sovereign states of Europe 
was laid down two years ago, with ineffable assurance, by Herr von 
Jagow. He said: "In the transformation of Europe to the profit of 
the Teutonic Powers, the little surrounding States must no longer pre- 
sume to lead the independent existence which at present feeds their 
vanity. They are all destined to disappear in the orbit of the German 
Empire." In other words, as the rest of Germany has been subjugated 
by Prussia, so Belgium, Holland, Denmark, Montenegro, and Serbia 
must make up their minds to be melted into the Central Empire of 
Kultur. Not one of them is rich enough to maintain its existence. In 
the meantime, if Prussia finds it convenient to sink a Bloomersdijk, so 
much the worse for Holland, who would do well to swallow the injury 
in silence. And all that the civihzed and cultured little countries can 
do is, through the tears of their exasperation, to cry aloud to God, "How 
long, O Lord, how long?" 

EDMUND GOSSE. 



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The "U" Boats off the 
American Coast 

THERE is a grim persistency with which Raemaekers pursues the 
power which, in the first terrible weeks of the war, he recognized 
as the enemy of European civihzation. Time has not lessened 
the intensity of that vision, which came to him — a neutral — with no pre- 
possessions in favor of England and her alhes, and which is, indeed, the 
whole significance of the fine work he has done for our cause throughout 
the world. Less steadfast folk of our own blood begin to wonder if, 
after all, it be quite worth while, seeing that the burglar is so strong, to 
go on with our opposition to him; and whether it would not be better 
to hand our vahiables — freedom, mercy, and other trifling gewgaws — 
into his safe keeping. 

Raemaekers sees in this relatively mild adventure of German fright- 
fulness, the torpedoing of unarmed ships in the American zone under 
cover of American warships which, by saving the jettisoned crews, were 
able to keep the pirate within the letter of his pledge — he sees this as 
what it is, an act of intolerable brigandage and insolence. The in- 
solence, indeed, is so colossal as to be ahnost admirable. Officers of 
the fleet do not talk for pubhcation; but it would be illuminating to 
hear the comments of the American naval messes on the retriever work 
to which they were set by our friend the enemy. 

JOSEPH THORP. 



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To the Peace Woman 

THE cartoonist has devoted several of his drawings to the work 
of exhibiting to the world at large and the pacifist in particular 
the egregious folly of "peace talk" and "gentleness toward the 
Huns" while a world war is being waged, and as yet all the ideals for 
which we are fighting in company with our Allies hang in the balance. 

How necessary such cartoons really are is shown by the mere fact 
that there can be found men and women who are anxious on every pos- 
sible occasion to "mouth wordy platitudes concerning peace," and 
even to sacrifice to the Moloch of Prussianism the ideals and the amen- 
ities of national conduct upon which the basis of happiness and peace 
in reality rests. 

The old legend of St. George and the Dragon has been skilfully and 
effectively adapted by Raemaekers to the purposes of the lesson he 
would teach. The peace woman is shown on her knees before the dragon 
of Prussianism, not in terror at the fate which is impending for her, 
but obsessed by the idea that the dragon is not so bad as it has been painted 
and that it may be wicked to kill dragons. I confess that I have not 
been able to penetrate the labyrinth of distorted ideas which has pro- 
duced the attitude of mind toward the Hun adopted by the pacifist, 
male and female. But the most charitable among us may be forgiven, 
perhaps, if we assume that this state of mind has been brought about 
by a wrong-headed conception of the facts and the Hun himself, rather 
than by any original liking for bloody deeds of rapine, the slaughter of 
innocents, and wholesale and wanton destruction of beautiful, holy, and 
gracious things. 

There are many who believe that the peace woman, who will be more 
and more evident as the war drags along, is no imagined menace. It 
is well therefore that this cartoon should have been drawn and pubHshed 
and that its message, "to save the peace women despite themselves," 
should be driven home. 

The spirit of St. George of England and of the saints of God, who 
fought tyrants and died in past ages that the fragrant and essential 
truths should hve, is not dead, and while this can be said there is hope 
for the world, for surely God Who had these in His keeping is yet in 
His heaven. 

CLIVE HOLLAND. 



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THIS ranks as one of Raemaekers' happiest cartoons. That wolf's 
mask is a clever travesty of the "AII-Highest's" best studio face. 
Better still is the quip, " 'Tis time all this bloodshed should 
cease," as a summary of all the peace suggestions which with discreet 
persistence have been floated out from Berlin since the great game, as 
envisaged by the challengers, was seen to be up. 

It would not readily occur to the German mind that the time when the 
shepherds were just coming over the hill with axe, bill, and bhidgeon 
was the most appropriate time for the wolf to suggest that nothing 
should be said of the unfortunate mistakes of the past. 

"See!" quoth the wolf, "there are already three corpses. Is that 
not enough to satisfy the most bloodthirsty? Why drag in a fourth? 
Surely even you who have not our advantages can see so plain an argu- 
ment?" The answer is in the negative. But let no one ever again 
accuse the Teuton of not being a humorist. 

It is worth noting that it is a bonneted Highlander that here wields 
the British club. Compensation at last to the sensitive Scot who so 
desperately hates being lumped in with the English! 

JOSEPH THORP. 



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Strict Neutrality 

THE historian of the future will attempt, probably, to deal ade- 
quately with the complex questions which inform every line 
of this cartoon. It is, indeed, a passionate note of interrogation. 
In a stupendous fight upon the clearly defined issues of Right and Might, 
how comes it to pass that any self-respecting nation remains neutral? 
Why, for example, did not Uncle Sam sever diplomatic relations with 
the Huns the very moment that Belgium was invaded and outraged? 

Americans, true citizens of the Land of the Free and the Home of 
the Brave, have raised this question already and some have answered 
it. Other Americans have answered them cleverly and speciously. 
Time alone will decide upon the merits and demerits of all and sundry. 
We owe much to the States euphemistically styled "United." They 
have supphed us in our hour of sorest need with a never-ceasing stream 
of munitions percolating everywhere; they have sent us money, sym- 
pathy, and advice. But the fact remains — Uncle Sam was too proud 
to fight! And yet, each day it is becoming more and more certain that 
every stout blow struck by the Allies, every gallant life that is sacrificed, 
is a contribution to the cause of Civilization and Christianity. We 
are fighting desperately for our own salvation, and that salvation in- 
cludes the salvation of Holland, Denmark, Switzerland, and the United 
States. At the beginning of the war the Neutral Countries missed a 
tremendous opportunity. Together, acting under the aegis of Uncle 
Sam, with his hundred milHon children, they could have protested in 
no uncertain terms against Prussianism and the violation of every prin- 
ciple dear to and honored by them. Prompt action, upon the heels 
of such a protest, would have ended the war in three weeks. Germany, 
swollen with insolence and beer, has perpetrated blunders in strategy 
and poHcy of which she now is reaping the fruits, but with all her crass, 
pig-headed, brutal assurance she would not have fought a whole world 
in arms against her. 

It is not for us to throw stones at others. We are far too busy hurling 
shells at our enemy. But the question will be answered some day: 
"Why were the Neutrals too proud to fight?" 

HORACE ANNESLEY VACHELL. 



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